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Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Stimme und Gesang
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
Stimme und Gesang
EL-P
EL-P
Stimme und Gesang
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Kratzen
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
Songwriter:in
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter:in
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
joey raia
joey raia
Mischtechniker:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
EL-P
EL-P
Produzent:in
Bradley Post
Bradley Post
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Leon Kelly
Leon Kelly
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nicolas Vernhes
Nicolas Vernhes
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nocando
Nocando
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Simen Solvang
Simen Solvang
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Intro]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them
Fuck the slow mo
[Verse 1]
Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book
Everything I scribble's like The Anarchist Cookbook
Look good, posin' in a centerfold of Crook Book
Black on black on black with a ski mask, that is my crook look
How you like my stylin', bruh? Ain't nobody stylin', bruh
'Bout to turn this motherfucker up like Riker's Island, bruh
Where my thuggers and my cripples and my bloodles and my brothers?
When you **** gon' unite and kill the police, motherfuckers?
Or take over a jail, give those COs hell
The burnin' of the sulfur, God damn, I love the smell
Like it's a pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden?
And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him
We killin' 'em for freedom 'cause they tortured us for boredom
And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em
[Verse 2]
We, we out of order, your honor, you're out of order
This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpses
I'ma flip wig synonym, livin' within distortion
I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win
I'm a New Yorkian, I'm fucked from the jump
I wear my Yankee so tilted, I actually walk with a hunch
Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons
Aye, we the type to beat the preacher with a grin and a gun, come on
[Chorus]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
R-run them, run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them
[Verse 3]
A wise man once said
"We all dead, fuck it"
Just spit it disgustin' youngin', and hold your nuts while you're gunnin'
I listened, tatted a sentence on my dick last summer
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder
I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey
The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money
I'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin'
Waitin' for their christenin', I know the neighbors can't help but listen in
A dirty boy who come down on a side of dissonance
I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances
Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prison
The only silence I have is an act of conjugal visitin'
[Verse 4]
My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits
Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my chillun
Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision
The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious
Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons
The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women
Includin' members of clergy that rule on you through religion
So strippin' kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em
[Chorus]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
R-run them, run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, run them, run them, run them
[Verse 5]
It's De La on the cut, liftin' six on your snitchin' crew
I'm Miles Ahead of you, you can sip my Bitches Brew
My battle status is burnin' mansions from Dallas to Malibu
Check my résumé, your residence is residue
Call her a skin job and my honey dip'll backflip for you
You playin' God, your eye sockets, she gon' rip into
We sick of bleedin' now the trey spray and victim you
Done dyin', Phillip AK Dickin' you
With clips in the bottom, we dippin' through Gotham
Yes, eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin
I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony
Rip like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melody
Yes, aggressively testin' with bunk stretches and penalties
Dump cases when facin' to cop pleas when we seizin' the pump
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons
Still pilin' fast bucks, Afghani toe-taggin'
Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, see
The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factory
[Outro]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
R-run them, run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them
Fuck the slow mo
Written by: Jaime Meline, Michael Render, Zack de la Rocha
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