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Run The Jewels, Zack De La Rocha - Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck) (feat. Zack De La Rocha)

Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck)
Run The Jewels, Zack De La Rocha
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[Killer Mike:]
Fashion slave,
You protestin to get in a fuckin look book,
Every thing I scribble's like an anarchist's cook book.
[El-P:]
Look good,
Posin in the centerfold of crook book.
[Killer Mike:]
Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look.
How you like my stylin, bruh?
Ain't nobody smilin, bruh,
Bout to turn this motherfucker up like Riker's Island, bruh,
Where my thuggers and my crippers, and my blooders, and my brothers,
When you niggas gon unite and kill the police, motherfuckers?
And take over a jail,
Give them COs hell,
The burnin of the sulfur, goddamn, I love the smell!
Now get to pillow torchin,
Where the fuck the warden?
And when you find him, we don't kill him, we
Just waterboard him,
We killin them for freedom ‘cause they tortured us for boredom,
And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the lord will sort em.
[El-P:]
We out a order, your honor, your out a order ,this whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walking corpses. I'm a clip wig synonym,
Liven within distortion,
I'll bite in to cyanide molar before you whores win.
I'm a new yorkian, I'm fucked from the jump,
I wear my Yankee so tilted, I actually walk with a hunch.
Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons,
[Killer Mike:]
And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun.

[El-P:]
A wise man once said, “We all dead, fuck it!”
Jus spit it, disgustin youngin, and hold your nuts while you gunnin.
I listened, tatted the sentence on my dick last summer,
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder.
I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds,
Honey,
The cheaper the parts, the better the buy for the money,
I'm trained in vagina whispering,
Glistening,
Waiting for the christenin,
I know, the neighbors can't help but listen in, a dirty boy, who come down on the side dissonance,
I can't even relax without sirens off in the distance,
Not shittin you, little buddy, this fuckin islands a prison, the only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting.
[Killer Mike:]
My solitary conditions preventin conjugal visits,
Though mainly missin my missus, they keepin me from my children.
Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision,
The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious,
Liars and politicians,
Profiteers of the prisons,
The forehead engravers and slavers of men and women,
Including members of clergy that rule on your through religion.
[El-P:]
He'll strip your kids to the nude and then tell em god will forgive em.

[Zack De La Rocha:]
It's Dela on the cut, lifting six on your snitching crew,
I'm miles ahead of you,
You can sip my bitches brew.
My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu,
Check my resume, your residence is residue.
Call her a skin job, and my honey dip will back flip for you,
You playin god, your eye sockets she gon rip into,
We sick of bleeding, now the trey spray an victim you,
Done dyin, Phillip A.K. Dick en you.
With clips in the bottom we dipping through Gotham,
Yes, eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin,
I'ma fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony,
Rip like Rakim Allah, feds be checkin my melody.
Yes, aggresively testin with bunk stretches an penalties,
Dump cases when facing to cop pleas, when we seizing the pump
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons,
Still piling fast bucks, afghanny toe taggin.
No, they tracking me ‘cause we bustin back, see, the only thing that close quicker than our casckets be the factory.

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