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Bust No Moves (feat. Cuz)

[Verse 1: Killer 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 bitch say that I get too high it might kill my brain

I tell her that she talk too much and she should give some brain

We used to fuck a lot but now you just fuss and complain

What a fuckin' 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 suckers, 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 fucking scissors

I'm the Cadillac, of fuck you, back off me you bitches

You the Cadillac of "Fuck, I just suck at this rap shit"

I'm the Cadillac of "Suck it, I'm fucking 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 Hussein

Eat a mile of my shit then put your lips to my true brain

And get the hash tag #fartnoise

I used to give a half-fuck, now I just laugh

I barely blink when it gets bad, maybe I'm crass

I pull the ducts out my eyes, I don't cry, I just can't

Killer Mike brought the fire pack

Light it off the sinners of the city where the riots at

The living fuck boy eraser

Carve initials in the wet cement right where you died at[Hook: SL Jones]

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]

Who wanna run a summer with the jewel 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 stool pigeons

Pistol pointed at they missus like I killed these bitches

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

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