El-P - Bust No Moves lyrics

[Verse 1: k**er Mike] Early morning riser reefer chiefer You paid the most but me, I get it cheaper Strong rapper reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba I get so high I close my eyes and swore that I saw Jesus I take another toke and God damn I feel comatose I double cup and that's what's up and then I'm leaning fool I'm talking any given Sunday, Willie Beamen ho My b**h say that I get too high it might k** my brain I tell her that she talk too much and she should give some brain We used to f** a lot but now you just fuss and complain What a f**in' shame, hit the door and hit the block Avoid the walking dead, the zombies still hunt and rob My days of wasting time, slanging dimes is way behind I'm still tryna be a mover with a Mason's mind I will get a mil, ain't nobody taking mine You sorry s**ers, see you saps at the finish line You know I steady grind [Hook: SL Jones] I stay higher than Messiah, I ain't never grinding You see them Jewel runners coming, but we body body We bout that LPP we diggin' other people's pockets Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, ain't no other way around it I want the rings and the chains, Run the Jewels I want the watches and the bracelets, Run the Jewels We at the table eating everybody food Invasion of the chains, snatchers better not bust a move [Verse 2: El-P] I’m a dummy I’m running with more than f**ing scissors I’m the Cadillac, of f** you back open you b**hes You the Cadillac of “f**, I just s** at this rap sh**" I’m the Cadillac of "s** it, I’m f**ing disastrous" We the Hardy and Thom of the plant a bomb game The lead em all to the mall and set ‘em off game You wanna hang like Hussain Eat a mile of my sh** then put your lips to my true brain And get the hash tag #fartnoise I used to give a half-f**, now I just laugh I barely blink when it gets bad, maybe I’m cla** I pull the ducts out my eyes, I don’t cry, I just can't k**er Mike brought the fire pack Light it off the sinners of the city where the riots at The living f** boy eraser Carve initials in the wet cement right where you died at [Hook: SL Jones] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] Who wanna run a summer with the j**el runners? Got your girlfriend hotter than two summers Everybody tough til they see them two's on em Then they do a number two in they True Religions "Lord please don't shoot!", they get too religious Truth is we go vicious on these doo pigeons Pistol pointed at they missus like I k**ed these b**hes We Run the Jewels and when we talking pimpin', pay attention [Verse 4: El-P] Run the Jewels we a bit odd We bad news, you barely get a fat chance to slim odds You barely get a short plank for long walks, taught like a sawn-off No laws when I taught, nah And I'm kalashnikov spitting We always take the time to smell the rose when it wither I'd say better luck tomorrow But the horror of your life is me and Mike are just beginning