Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Run The Jewels
Run The Jewels
Performer
Ikey Owens
Ikey Owens
Performer
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Vocals
Michael Render
Michael Render
Vocals
Isaiah Owens
Isaiah Owens
Keyboards
Smoota
Smoota
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Composer
Michael Render
Michael Render
Lyrics
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Run, run, run, run, run Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Oh dear what the fuck have we here? These motherfuckers all thorn no rose Egads what a bad dream better not sleep Take a No-Doz, do some blow Oh shit what the hell have we done? It's alive and it's hungry as fuck Better hide all the snacks and the dough It is out of my control, you are shit out of luck I don't wanna be unfair but the pair we got beat that weak shit you got (true god) Blew up the spot with that new bop Crew drops, do up ya squad without nuance I don't wanna sound unkind but the sounds I make are the sounds of the hounds that are howlin Under your bed I'm here growling Same time under the blanket you're cowering Cowering like cowards cowering on concrete showers in Rikers Island Victims, we the wolves that's whylin We often smile at sights of violence Acting brave and courageous ain't advantageous for health and safety So when we say run the jewels just run' em baby, please don't delay me And that goes for a guy or lady, the fam god damn we fuckin crazy I'll pull this pistol, put it on your poodle or your fuckin baby She clutched the pearls, said "What in the world!" and "I won't give up shit!" I put the pistol on that poodle and I shot that bitch Run the jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels Run the jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels And the crowd chants "Get that paper!" And the mob says "Kill that witch!" This city get mad to the max better wave bye-de bye to the high scrapes kids Get a tin foil hat for the rain, in Hot water from the roof to the basement I'mma smoke 'til the planet erases Build a white flag out of Zig Zags, wave it Often I'm smoking coffin Sip lean on a bean like Boston My young bitch here fine like Pam Grier when she made that movie Coffy But when my wife's in town, ay Jackie Brown just stay up off me 'Cause if they don't somebody get shot and they gon' buy a coffin With the pull of a pin a grenade get a crowd to they feet and a soul to its options I'm a fool for the win I been made to be loud while these other cats drowning in softness In a urn or the dirt get tossed in With a grin or a smirk get accosted I'm a sin on the verse like a kid in a hearse or a nun in a cum shot (stop it) Big beast in a cage with a heart full of rage, it seems I can't behave You couldn't try till you die, oh well you failed, it seems the world can't be saved These streets is full with the wolves that starve for the week so they after the weak In a land full of lambs I am and I'll be damned if I don't show my teeth Run the jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels Run the jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels The goblins were awakened
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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