Run The Jewels, DJ Q-Bert - Pew Pew Pew lyrics
[Run The Jewels, DJ Q-Bert - Pew Pew Pew lyrics]
Let me hear you say Run The Jewels
(Run The Jewels)
I'm a rider and provider and
I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees
Meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a
Rapper they turn and do ho shit
Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass
Run they jewels and mo‘’ shit
You looking at the guy who the
Guy that you think that
I got my style from got his own style from
('Sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a shit grin
With a pimp limp and a foul tongue
I'm a Brooklyn son
Set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are
Locked, I got no shots left
Better prep for God
Not long, he'll be talkin the same shit
I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile
Motherfucker life is a coffin
Layin' down in it ain’t awesome
Every single moment you spend in the dirt is
A worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (No shit)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit
And the obit goes like this:
"Here lies a punk bitch, real fuckboy type
Who never want shit
'bout as soft as his momma's own tit
And sensitive as his old lady's clit"
Real bust-out bitch
She fuck my clique, obscene
Absurd with the words
I cleaned up curbs with the blood
And the bones of you nerds
I kill with the mic and murder with words
I'm known on the corners where murders occur
I cruise in the verse where murderers lurk
When god in the building, who they gonna hurt
Not a butterfly, bunny, bee, bird bein' hurt
Got a third-rock-from-the-sun claim
For the turf never learned how to love
Gimme brain then it burnt yeah that hurts
But at worst it will already start
With a curse in the heart
That'll hurt til it's worse
Brrrr, stick 'em, brrrr, stick 'em!
Let that four-fifth turn and twist em
If they all died tomorrow wouldn't miss 'em
I pray death come quick and kiss 'em
If he need help I assist him, follow?
All my tips is hollow
I could kill your ass today
But right now I’m playin' Grand Theft Auto
Rain check, I’m gon' come through your hood
And just shoot your ass tomorrow, Brain dead
Scattered over the hood of my
Old lady’s brand-new auto
Man, knew I should have kept it
G and drove my Monte Carlo
It go like this if Shay gets pissed
I shoot your ass again tomorrow bang!
Okay, I’m an asshole, kiss me (good luck)
Break a leg in a bear trap, skippy
Wasn’t in class when the lunch bell rang
Due to Colt 45 plus smoke got shitty
Mike already a help assist with me
Tag team of the goddamn century
I never asked for shit, it ain’t in me
You go to work now
But the style haunts history
No doubt I’m a dick, fuck with me
Liberty bell's cracked
The cops aren’t kidding
The rabbit in the hat is all deaf now, innit?
Came for the freedom, stayed for the prison
Came for the women, stayed for the money
Presidents are better when dead
To feed tummies you came for the brains
But you stayed for the fucking
The money’s by the side of the bed
It ain’t nothing
(Q-Bert)
(Run The Jewels)
I'm a rider and provider and
I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees
Meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a
Rapper they turn and do ho shit
Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass
Run they jewels and mo‘’ shit
You looking at the guy who the
Guy that you think that
I got my style from got his own style from
('Sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a shit grin
With a pimp limp and a foul tongue
I'm a Brooklyn son
Set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are
Locked, I got no shots left
Better prep for God
Not long, he'll be talkin the same shit
I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile
Motherfucker life is a coffin
Layin' down in it ain’t awesome
Every single moment you spend in the dirt is
A worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (No shit)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit
And the obit goes like this:
"Here lies a punk bitch, real fuckboy type
Who never want shit
'bout as soft as his momma's own tit
And sensitive as his old lady's clit"
Real bust-out bitch
She fuck my clique, obscene
Absurd with the words
I cleaned up curbs with the blood
And the bones of you nerds
I kill with the mic and murder with words
I'm known on the corners where murders occur
I cruise in the verse where murderers lurk
When god in the building, who they gonna hurt
Not a butterfly, bunny, bee, bird bein' hurt
Got a third-rock-from-the-sun claim
For the turf never learned how to love
Gimme brain then it burnt yeah that hurts
But at worst it will already start
With a curse in the heart
That'll hurt til it's worse
Brrrr, stick 'em, brrrr, stick 'em!
Let that four-fifth turn and twist em
If they all died tomorrow wouldn't miss 'em
I pray death come quick and kiss 'em
If he need help I assist him, follow?
All my tips is hollow
I could kill your ass today
But right now I’m playin' Grand Theft Auto
Rain check, I’m gon' come through your hood
And just shoot your ass tomorrow, Brain dead
Scattered over the hood of my
Old lady’s brand-new auto
Man, knew I should have kept it
G and drove my Monte Carlo
It go like this if Shay gets pissed
I shoot your ass again tomorrow bang!
Okay, I’m an asshole, kiss me (good luck)
Break a leg in a bear trap, skippy
Wasn’t in class when the lunch bell rang
Due to Colt 45 plus smoke got shitty
Mike already a help assist with me
Tag team of the goddamn century
I never asked for shit, it ain’t in me
You go to work now
But the style haunts history
No doubt I’m a dick, fuck with me
Liberty bell's cracked
The cops aren’t kidding
The rabbit in the hat is all deaf now, innit?
Came for the freedom, stayed for the prison
Came for the women, stayed for the money
Presidents are better when dead
To feed tummies you came for the brains
But you stayed for the fucking
The money’s by the side of the bed
It ain’t nothing
(Q-Bert)