クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Vocals
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Matt Sweeney
Matt Sweeney
Guitar
Gabrielle Strother
Gabrielle Strother
Vocals
Grace Strother
Grace Strother
Vocals
Michael Marie Render
Michael Marie Render
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Sewell
Daniel Sewell
Songwriter
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Wilder Zoby
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Leon Kelly
Leon Kelly
Engineer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Joey Raia
Joey Raia
Mixing Engineer
Young Leon
Young Leon
Engineer

歌詞

[Intro]
Hey, hey k—
Hey, kids
This is so crazy
[Verse 1]
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes?
All 'cause I'm motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he's a squealer, get 'em, hit 'em, got 'em, shot 'em, and flipped the mattress
Woo! I'm the man, bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates, and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah, I said it, I meant it, I ain't flinchin' it, Marshawn Lynch'n it
Run through a motherfucker's face like ignant, isn't it? Domain eminent, we the pre-eminent
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave, he digging it, then we piss in it, us go to hell, we been in it, getting it
[Chorus]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Yeah
Bumaye
[Refrain]
Hey, hey k—
Hey, kids
[Verse 2]
I'm the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myths, aye
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half-man imps, aye
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns, woo!
I got half an hour, I'll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared, you do not get one word
You do not live for the herd, even you living's absurd
Better off kicked to the curb, that is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid, oh, shit, I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I'm a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It's like nothin' not broke, can't stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I'll spray, I'm an AK
They flayed and plated, I'm serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death's apprentice, Run the Jewels'll make last breaths Brexit
[Chorus]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
[Refrain]
Hey, hey—check!
Hey, kids
[Verse 3]
Word architect, when I arch the tech, I'll part ya' neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin' incest, I'm in check
Like payday on a Thursday and it's Wednesday
I'm sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That's pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on 'em twenty-eights
Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el's outta p's wit' El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big, no crown can't fit me
New bitch all on my ding-a-ling and when she ride on it, she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned, please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch too or your time gone, and the rings or your life get pawned and we gone
[Outro]
You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you
Written by: Daniel Sewell, Jaime Meline, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, Wilder Zoby
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