Run The Jewels - 36 Chain lyrics

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Run the Jewels!

Run the Jewels!

May as well be that shit number 2

I smoke ganja I would a dread like Busta

Move like Frank you down like a hassa

I move like Jesus die like a mata

Trying to get some hoes on the hot call

How far be away man not far

Greatness they play not all

All night we those juggle nights

Like a young and Fidel

Castro, cash flow, car full of females

Bad hoes we in the DR

Any fuck rapper boy getting out of line I

I pray to put your beat to the goddamn ER

ER ER ER

I spit them country rap tunes like hee haw

Cocaine fish no flow no we rock

Take a snort for yourself shorty see he raw see he roll

That shit shorty go on snort your nose off

Then put the news in the street Tom Brokaw

Cause of you shorty met a bad stoned

Bitch out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn

Bitch straight got broke off

Yeah she called her home girl from the BX

Freaky little weekend brought ex and weed sex

Couple months later brought'em down to Atlanta

I let'em starve on the banners

That’s right yeah reflects

Heard she got a baby daddy

And a nigger acting knaggy

Running round taking bout yeah he flex

Better pray for a hoe...

Cause right now he stay losing like the Jets

Yeah

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain

Bitch we be that shit that's right

Little prayer put your thumbs in the air

High five!

I came for the stash box gimme that

I been waiting for this all my life

3 AM and it’s still not right

Still awake still away from fading crazy...

Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy

The blitz and pure shit magician kick the skipping

Not too tall dark and handsome man

But I talk dark for ransoms man

Spent grams at those zombies folded origami

Yes I bag the clams anyone object to the style

Get a smile and a backwards hand

Backwards hand backwards hand

Keep that villainous face in the place of an angel

Bringing that buckshot back to the table

Inner veteran earthbound ..

Try to say grace get a face full of staples

Woke up in the city and smell like maple

If you come straight from New York you were late

If you come straight from another place stay tuned

Me and Mike got the whole ...

Be it NYC or the ATL

From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell

We murder death killed every stage we step

Homicide times two better run yourself

Anybody looking for some trouble better submit

We could double Dutch in a minefield

Just the right temperature break beat minister

River dance cleats on your face for the finish

Great!