Run The Jewels - Banana Clipper lyrics

rate me

(feat. Big Boi)

Ah, ah, I move with the elegance of an African elephant

I presented the evidence eloquent as a president

Evident, it’s whatever since I deserve me a championship

But before I banana clip, I’mma chill so my man can rip.

.... with the heart of an orphan

I’ve got the words of a murderer and an eye for distortion.

You take a slice of my portion, I’ll take a piece of your profit

I’ll drive at illegal speeds and keep an OZ in my pocket.

We run the jewels in your town,

A quarter pound on my person

I’m known for pounding the stage,

I’m talking burning and cursing.

Producer gave me a beat,

Said, “it’s the beat of the year!”

I said “El-P didn’t do it,

So get the fuck out of here!

You wanna hang?

Bring your throat,

I’ve got...and a rope!

I’m a slang pope

....the land with a man’s flow.

A new addition to the art of the old code

That’s fully retarded and put a part in your bone dome/

And we’re the villains, we’re attacking these bad guys

Mercy me, merciless me, putting pain in their sad eyes

It’s time for Skywalker talkers, meet the true Darth Vader!

I hit your mom in ’03, but a G ain’t hate her.

So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect

Before I Melvin on you, Jody, put my arm on your neck!

Or worse yet, be the reason your girl want a divorce

Be at her crib with your kids sayin, „fuck your.. lil nigga!”

The style is radiation leaking, my island

Also known as Chernobyl talk, listen for the sirens!

For the green I’m a hoarder, you’re the poor distorter

Sort of morbid, son and these fucking whoredom explorers.

I’m bored enough of your bummy shit, it’s numb to the core...

You sucked a good dick for the fame and couldn’t resist getting played

I fuck like I’m headed to war, I’m really not playing no games

… goddamnit, I’ll kill the ..... that mentions my name

I’m a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat

I’m merciless, I’ll torture MCs, tie ... both of their feet

If they refuse to run the jewels, we beat the bottoms of feet

I’m talking grip .... guys, to the top of your teeth

And me a Jaime killed the competition, top of the heat

Is where we staying, with their corpses resting under our feet

I sent their moms a little cash and a sympathy letter

Told her she raised a bunch of fuck boys,

Next time, do better, bitch!

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the city

Daddy .. said don’t give a damn

Cause can’t no new nigga get with me

I wish true niggas or simply simpleminded Simple Simons

Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by design,

and… I be rhyming, no ... is required

My bank account obese as fuck while yours sits on a diet

Nigga, your lease is up, you’re fired,

Quiet, that’s how the boss talk!

Retain ownership on everything, every car bought

And paid for, no neighbors cause I’m sitting on acres

Went to Vegas, jumped a broom cause I wasn’t tripping on papers.

Or no pre-nuptial agreement for my money

If we broke up, and she took half, I’d still be sitting on commas

Eight figures, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!