Run The Jewels, Trina - Panther Like a Panther (Miracle Mix) lyrics

I'll flood the speakers with heat seekers
And keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery pussy
Evening of Easter
I'll leave my prints on her keister
I suck the clit and release it
If it will please her i'll kneel to her
Best believe make a meal of her thank you
("Yes, yes, brilliant!")

Told the preacher I love her
He said that God was her lover
I said "If he really loves her
Then he would love that we're lovers"
I walk around in a bubble
A fucking scoundrel in trouble
In every town, make a rumble
The venue ground into rubble
Give me a ten, and I'll double
I'll split your face like some aces
I got a fragrance I'm wearing called
"I will shit on you basics"


The money want me to have it
I have a hunger for data
I'm crunching numbers and crack unbreakable
Safes while I'm at it
I'm doing more than just rapping you
Have to grant me that dap
When you around where I'm at just know
That this is not where you at
I'm not on your map
I'm a mystery to you captains of industry
If the 'matic is missing me automatic
It's victory hey!

I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's mine to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit
We looking at the money like it's ours to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

We the grimy and gritty
Made it the Grammy committees
Got told that we spit it too
Vicious and would never see victory
And I refuse to play humble
As though my dick itty-bitty
I got banana dick
Your bitch go apeshit if she hit it
Meanwhile, you're too nervous, pervis
That's why you never get service and me
I caught the preacher's wife
Workin' 'fore Sunday service
I put my hand up her skirt and
Then we prayed for a purpose
I baptized her in Jesus name
Left her shakin' and squirtin'
Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and
Did that shit there on purpose
See, I'm a pervert with purpose that
Make you question your purpose
Run the Jewels'll arrive at arenas
Bunch of blood thirsty hyenas
To get revenge on the kingdoms that
Killed the dreams of the dreamers
Drank alcohol for the demons
Sip lean with all of the schemers
You see he groove with the people
Move with the mind of a genius you see
He workin' the angles so he
Ain't never a angel
They wanna get you to hang him
Well give them fuckers a finger

I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's mine to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit
We looking at the money like it's ours to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

Welcome to fuck you palooza
We bruising any who moving
Who wanna stand for these douches
You raise a hand and you lose it
I hold the door for old ladies
Run into fires and save babies
I went to school in the eighties
Taking the train with the crazies new York
New York is the mothership where I
Used to smoke dust and shit
Now, I'm crop dusting fuckers
Suck it up and you'll love the shit
No more games, I'm above the shit
Butter me up for nothing
I'm taking all of your ducats 'cause
I can call when you're bluffing

Who thought the son of Denise would
Be the leader of people?
When he was at your house at Morehouse
Slanging pounds of the reefer
Sat with potential presidents and said the
P should be legal as reparations
For what this nation has done to my people
I'm a pervert, a poet, I ain't a saint
And I know it
Been a crook and cooked the books
But never shorted no whores
Promoters comp me the Moet
I'm the man and I know it
I'm the shit, bitch, tell me
How could I not show it?

I'm the shit
Looking at the money like it's mine to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit
We looking at the money like it's ours to get
I'm the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
I'm the shit