Trackstar The DJ - Close Your Eyes (And Count to f**) lyrics

[Intro: Zack De La Rocha] Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them f** the slow mo [Verse 1: k**er Mike (El-P)] Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a f**in' look book Everything I scribble's like an anarchist's cookbook (Look good, posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book) Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look How you like my stylin' bruh? ain't nobody smilin' bruh 'Bout to turn this mothaf**a up like Riker's Island, bruh Where my thuggers and my crippers and my blooders and my brothers? When you n***as gon' unite and k** the police, mothaf**as? And take over a jail, give them COs hell The burnin' of the sulfur, goddamn I love the smell Now get to pillow torchin', where the f** the warden? And when you find him, we don't k** him, we just waterboard him We k**in' them for freedom cause they tortured us for boredom And even if some good ones die, f** it, the Lord'll sort 'em [Verse 2: El-P (k**er Mike)] We're out of order, your honor, you're out of order This whole court is unimportant, you f**ers are walkin' corpses I'm a clip wig synonym livin' within distortion I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you who*es win I'm a New Yorkian, I'm f**ed 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 (And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun, come on) [Hook: Zack De La Rocha] Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them [Verse 3: El-P (k**er Mike)] A wise man once said, ("We all dead, f** it") Just spit it disgustin' youngin' and hold your nuts while you gunnin' I listened, tatted the 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 the christenin' I know the neighbors can't help but listen in A dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances Not sh**tin' you, little buddy, this f**in' island's a prison The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting [Verse 4: k**er Mike (El-P)] My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my children 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 and slavers of men and women Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion (He'll strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God will forgive 'em) [Hook: Zack De La Rocha] Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them [Verse 5: Zack De La Rocha] It's De La on the cut, lifting six on your snitching crew I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my b**hes brew My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu Check my résumé, your residence is residue Call her a skin job and my honey dip will backflip for you You playin' God, your eye sockets she gon' rip into We sick of bleeding now the trey spray and victim you Done dyin', Phillip AK Dick in you With clips in the bottom, we dipping 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 be checkin' my melody Yes aggressively testin' with bunk stretches and penalties Dump cases when facing to cop pleas when we seizing the pump With reason to dump on you global grand dragons Still piling fast bucks, Afghani toe taggin' Now they trackin' me cause we bustin' back, see The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories [Hook: Zack De La Rocha] Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them Run them j**els fast, run them, run them j**els fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them