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Run The Jewels - holy calamafuck (Art Video)
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出演艺人
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
演唱
Cutty Ranks
Cutty Ranks
演唱
Z-Kicks
Z-Kicks
演唱
Theron "Uptown AP" Thomas
Theron "Uptown AP" Thomas
伴唱
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
刮擦
EL-P
EL-P
演唱
Kaushlesh Purohit
Kaushlesh Purohit
塔布拉鼓乐曲
作曲和作词
Dave Sitek
Dave Sitek
作曲
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
作曲
Jordan Asher Cruz
Jordan Asher Cruz
作曲
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
词曲作者
Michael Render
Michael Render
作词
Philip A. Thomas
Philip A. Thomas
作曲
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
作曲
制作和工程
Kaushlesh "Garry" Purohit
Kaushlesh "Garry" Purohit
录音工程师
Taylor Jackson
Taylor Jackson
录音工程师
Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
录音工程师
Mat Lejeune
Mat Lejeune
录音工程师
Jonathan Lackey
Jonathan Lackey
录音工程师
joey raia
joey raia
混音工程师
Joe Laporta
Joe Laporta
母带工程师
Dave Sitek
Dave Sitek
制作人
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
其他制作人
Kevin Frias
Kevin Frias
录音工程师
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
其他制作人
EL-P
EL-P
制作人
boots
boots
制作人

歌詞

All them a-talk, them beat back them words All them a-talk, them beat back them words All them a-talk, them beat back them words All, all, ah, all, all, ah All them a-talk, them beat back them words All them a-talk, them beat back them words (yeah) All them a-talk, them beat back them words (yeah) All, all, all, all The law defier, the non-complier, the death defier The Mike Myers, m- rapper for hire Do-er of drive byers, the back back clack clack Let it loose m-, all witnesses and survivors That's a job completer, dependable contractor The "backhand wack rap" slapper Mr. Leather Bomber Taker, catch ya getting off the escalator Run the Jewels smooth and don't trigger the undertaker Ayy, as a teen lackin', I woulda ran me a supreme racket I woulda took these lames' Supreme jackets Until you rob a hype beast, you ain't seen sadness "Clockwork Orange" madness, left the scene laughin' Ayy, we forever-ever, Jaimito y Michael the Render The pyrotechnicrats, the ol' razzle dazzlers The magic bean imbibers (yes) The green giant of the rhyme contrivers (yes) Supreme violence of the time describers (yes) I'm the decider, you evil eyers A pile driver provider for liars, the sleep depriver The nick of time mercy kill denier in prime I'll kill the mood of a Buddhist MacGyver I'll slap a yapper from the acne to the tooth bone fiber, I'm liver Thought crime designer criminal minder And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up Think I got a case of the Mondays, on (fire!) Ayo, one for mayhem, two for mischief Now aim for the drones in your zoning district Hindenburg 'em, get 'em, burn 'em Can't give the ghost up, no resistance Pass that sh-, Mike, I have to insist it Reality sucks d-, how's that for wisdom? I'll lick a toad's back like, "mmm, delicious" Time elves wave to me off in the distance (hello?) Hey lil' guy, I'm just walkin' through From another timeline where monsters eat truth Physicists say the dough I get's proof The multiverse lives, I'm supposed to just lose The glass bottom tank I drive is all fueled Gotta try to stay cool, honey bunny, don't move F- sh- glows in the hearts of the brutes You hate Run The Jewels, you don't love the troops You miss the point tryna act like sh-'s cool Don't f- tell doom your number's not due Every other g- year I'm brand new It's been 20 plus years, you think that's a clue Maybe this guy kinda kills what he do? He's prolly that dude, he's left enough proof Plenty of these goofs disappeared, poof I'm still the next big thing, gotta hurt, oof, I got More fire! More fire! (li-li-li-lights, lights!) More fire! More fire! (li-li-li-lights!) I got extra payback, allow me to state that All that forth back, we don't play that You want beef, bruh, you just state that And we steak that, fry and bake that One time in the big ol' south Lived a lil' chubby kid with a big ol' mouth Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts Now the same lil' boy in a big ol' house Look at him now in the big ol' cars And the same folk hated pay big homage One minute let me be candid Used to stand by the garbage can hand to handin' That dumb trap sh-, no proper planning Seen ignorant sh- like geekers dancing And rappers rap about it like it's so romantic But I still can't seem to escape the panic PTSD, streets did the damage Kept me in hammock, laid back with c- Get me f- up, it be's calamity I'ma come through and leave some damages G- somebody call amberlamps Or ambulances out of chances F- that weak sh-, you be bantering You're a common cold and my flows are cancerous (I got) More fire! More fire! (li-li-li-lights, lights!) More fire! More fire! (li-li-li-lights!) (I got)
Writer(s): Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, David Andrew Sitek, Wilder Zoby Schwartz, Jaime Meline, Boots, Michael Santigo Render, Philip Alan Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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