Zack de la Rocha - 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, run them, f** the slow mo [Verse 1: k**er Mike] Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a f**in' look book Everything I spit blows like The Anarchist Cookbook Look good (Posing 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 mothaf**a up like Riker's Island, bruh Where my thuggers and my cripples and my bloodles and my brothers? When you n***as gon' unite and k** the police, mothaf**as? Or take over a jail, give those COs hell The burnin' of the sofa, God damn I love the smell Like it's a pillow torchin', where the f** the warden? And when you find him, we don't k** him, we just waterboard him We k**in' 'em 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] We out of order, your honor, you're out of order This whole court is unimportant, you f**ers are walkin' corpses I'm a flip wig synonym, livin' within distortion I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you who*es win I'm a New Yorkian, I f** for 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 [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] A wise man once said, ("We all dead, f** it") Just spit it disgusting 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 sh**tin' you, little buddy, this f**in' island's a prison The only silence I have is an act of conjugal visitin' [Verse 4: k**er Mike] My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits Go mane and missin' my misses, they keepin' me from my children Conditions create a villain, the villain is givin' vision The vision becomes a fallacy, gidgets on all the fishes Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons The forehead engravers and slavers 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) [Hook: Zack De La Rocha] [Verse 5: Zack De La Rocha] It's De La on the cut, liftin' 6 on your stitchy crew I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my b**hes brew My battle status is burnin' matches from Dallas to Malibu Check my résumé, your residence is residue Call her a skin job and my honey dick'll backflip for you You playin', God your eye sockets, she gon' rip in two We sick of bleedin' out a trace, spray a victim, you Done dyin', Phillip AK Dickin' you With clips in the bottom, we dippin' from Gotham Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony Ripped like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melody Yes aggressively tested we'll bump stretchers and penalties Dump cases with face and the cop pleas when we seizing a pump With reason to dump on you global grand dragons Still pilin' fast, plus Afghani toe taggin' Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, see The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factory [Hook: Zack De La Rocha]