Run The Jewels - Rubble Kings Theme (Dynamite) lyrics

"They're in arrogance
Close-knit brotherhood like the
Mafia they're the product of a sick society
To hell with tomorrow
Their bag is today their bag is right now"
I've seen AK-47s i've seen sawed off shotguns
I've seen all of this i've
Seen dynamite on the streets

Surrounded by violence and murder
Say, we in the streets and
We grippin' on heat
You got beef then we fryin' your burger
My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls
Is all I got, fuck with a murda
Will happen to you, I am certain
I'm certain as hell and I'm grippin' the
Tail of Satan himself: the serpent
We pullin' in no social service
We go in the store, they look nervous
So down me to hell, damn me
To jail, like fuck you
We robbin' the merchants
The preachers sound silly in service
Convincin' my mama that all of the
Drama must certainly serve higher purpose
How fightin' could turn into curses
When I tell her any god that make it
Plenty hard really ain't worth it to worship
Man, I believe in my patches
Man I believe in my fists
Man, I believe in bandanas and
Pistols and holdin' down, rockin' my sets
Born into turmoil and trouble
I became King of the Rubble

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Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
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Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dynamite on the streets
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dynamite on the streets

Everythin' out here is broken, or
Blemished and battered, and tattered
But mine
You let it burn and decay and created
The kings of the cinder divine
I am done asking and pleading and
Begging you recognize I am alive
You are done walking inside of
The section you’re treading in
There was a line cement block, hard rock, it
Don't stop, get it, get it
Your whole block's soft
It comes off like skittish bitches
We're wolves to the bitter finish
Not full, gotta get it in
Get it? get us dinner
Violators tryna finish any little sentence
We will sentence sinners it all stinks
But where we live is where the set's sinkin'
They say sorry son accept it
Same old song of the subjectors sorry sirs
But we don't sing along to
Anthems or your pledges
In your garbage rose the
Rulers of the restless, do not test us

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dynamite on the streets
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dynamite on the streets