Run The Jewels - Talk to Me lyrics
[Run The Jewels - Talk to Me lyrics]
We return from the depths of the badlands
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaitan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cooked crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pulled cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pit bull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these
#AllLivesMatter-ass white folk
This is spiritual warfare that you
Have been dealing with
This is not a fight that you have been
Dealing with flesh and blood but
This is a fight
Against principalities and evil doers
And unclean spirit's (RTJ3, motherfuckers)
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam
Muck so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth
And back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler
Just so I'd whisper?
And you're safe and sound and
These crooks tapped your
Phone to not have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've lost before
So what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker
I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and
Stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star
I'm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk
Don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank
Take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all
Suckers i told y'all on RTJ1, then I told
Ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't
Believe me so here we go, rTJ3
Talk to me (RTJ)
Talk to me
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaitan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cooked crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pulled cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pit bull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these
#AllLivesMatter-ass white folk
This is spiritual warfare that you
Have been dealing with
This is not a fight that you have been
Dealing with flesh and blood but
This is a fight
Against principalities and evil doers
And unclean spirit's (RTJ3, motherfuckers)
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam
Muck so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth
And back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler
Just so I'd whisper?
And you're safe and sound and
These crooks tapped your
Phone to not have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've lost before
So what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker
I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and
Stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star
I'm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk
Don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank
Take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all
Suckers i told y'all on RTJ1, then I told
Ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't
Believe me so here we go, rTJ3
Talk to me (RTJ)
Talk to me