Run The Jewels - Blockbuster Night (Pt. 1) (2014)

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Run The Jewels - Blockbuster Night (Pt. 1) lyrics

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless
Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fucking brutal
I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo
I’m Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa my money’s buku
My beats is bangin’, fuck what you rappin’, who produced you?
I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you

[Verse 2: El-P]
You itsy bitsy furry fright, and fricken sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties Mike, I'm a rat-a-tat 'em for living
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em
I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our brand where destruction's the number one commitment
It’s all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the smoke like we're fucking magicians

[Verse 3: Killer Mike & (El-P)]
No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice
Top of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers
(We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders)
You punks is pussy proverbial pansy pantie holders
I jake the snake ‘em, DDT ‘em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killin cunts in my colosseum
(They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I’d fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen

[Verse 4: EL-P]
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
Any Carter that is sacred will get their face hit
Like any tyrant murderer gets replace-d, face it
The fellows at the top are likely rapists
But you like "Mellow out man, just relax, it's really not that complicated"
Well pardon me, I guess I'm just insane as you explain it
Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange-d

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
This Run The Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotic's use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it
That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pusshin coffin
I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin
The gates of hell, I'm pugnaciously pacing waitin'
I give a fuck if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
And tell 'em fuck 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations