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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Scratches
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Gang of Four
Gang of Four
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
Composer
Hugo Burnham
Hugo Burnham
Songwriter
Andy Gill
Andy Gill
Songwriter
Dave Allen
Dave Allen
Songwriter
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Jon King
Jon King
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Lyrics
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Hook
Nick Hook
Recording Engineer
Mat Lejeune
Mat Lejeune
Recording Engineer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Kevin Frias
Kevin Frias
Recording Engineer
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Wilder Zoby
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer

Lyrics

RTJ, the God! The God killer, this Tokyo, and I'm Godzilla Playing blackjack versus death, gun on the card dealer Just bought a Demon, I'm screamin' up out the car dealer The last temptation of Mike, but I'm a God figure Tell Beelzebub that the God don't need a job And if I did, the oligarchs would be missing, murdered, and robbed This is Bonaparte and he playing with Toussaint And they went on a world conquest, tear your bone apart Michael remained murderous, but still virtuous Wait to kill the petty and foul at the church services Not a holy man, but I'm moral in my perversiveness So I support the sex workers unionizing their services You say that you don't love me (ayy) I'm guessing I'ma be okay You say that you don't feel me now I feel like I'ma live somehow Your love never meant much to me (ayy) Love never meant much to me (ayy) Love never meant much to me (uhn uh) Love never meant much Born from the ether, I just appeared out a cloud of reefer Screamin' "Fuck the world", it can drink what's coming out my urethra I'll slap a dying child he don't pronounce my name correct Rules have gotta be rules, any exceptions, and I'm not a leader Think in the box I'm not getting my fix, the shit is iffy Felate a donut hole, wife don't get to the crib and quickly I'll watch my mouth when I'm finished watching y'all suck clout Don't doubt you put an ounce of that evil on me I'm flippin', Ricky I give a inch to you simps, I'll never forgive me Not saying it's a conspiracy, but you're all against me You see a future where Run the Jewels ain't the shit Cancel my Hitler-killing trip Turn the time machine back around a century You say that you don't love me (ayy) I'm guessing I'ma be okay You say that you don't feel me now I feel like I'ma live somehow Your love never meant much to me (ayy) Love never meant much to me Love never meant much to me (uhn uh) Love never meant much (much) Every child, woman and man Opinion don't matter, stick to your plan If they judge, still don't budge Don't give a inch, don't give a nudge (nudge) Life a bitch, leave you battered and bent Lose or win, gotta hold up your chin (chin) And I put it on Jaime and me We just gave you inspiration for free The money never meant much
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jonathan Michael King, Andrew Gill, Jaime Meline, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, David Geoffrey Allen, Wilder Zoby Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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