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Run The Jewels - Kill Your Masters

Kill Your Masters
Run The Jewels
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[Killer Mike:]
Mere mortals, the gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop,
You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you.
I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth,
I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu!
Life'll get so bad, it feel like god mad at you,
But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse,
I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views,
I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news.
Garvey mind, Tyson punch, this is bad news,
So feel me, follow me, devil done got on top of me,
Bad times got a monopoly,
Give up, I did the opposite,
Pitch perfect, I did it properly,
Owner killed by his property.

[El-P:]
This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio,
War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go,
And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves, you know,
Can't wait to load up the cilos and make your babies glow.
It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you,
They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop,
And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do,
These fuckin' fools have forgotten just who been foolin' who.

[Hook:]
Kill your,
Kill,
Kill your kill your,
Kill,
Kill your, kill your masters!

[Zack de la Rocha:]
Killer children of men on the throne,
Roving with no atonement,
Got me feelin' like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen.
But the flow's a burning wind
Blowing to ya' coast,
Now in cages cause we rode
The waves of your explosions,
Done appealing to our killers to stop the bleeding, this song's a dirty bomb
For they dirty dealings.
Boots on the roof,
I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling,
Master P'n on these lost Europeans thievin'.
Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper,
Born in the beast and fixin' a feast
Tearing its features.
The world surges, the nations nervous,
The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us,
We ain't at your service.
Won't stay sedated,
Won't state our numbers for our names
And remaining faceless.
We dignified, they can't erase us,
We ain't asleep, we rope a dope through the flames,
Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name, run 'em!

[Hook:]
Kill your,
Kill,
Kill your kill your,
Kill,
Kill your, kill your masters!

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