Supercut (El-P Remix) [feat. Run The Jewels]

In my
Supercut of us
Supercut
Supercut of, supercut of, supercut of us

In my head, I play a supercut of us
All the magic we gave off
All the love we had and lost (super-)
And in my head
The visions never stop (super-)
These ribbons wrap me up
But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut (super-super-super)

Supercut, supercut of us
Su-supercut, supercut of us
Su-supercut, supercut of us
Su-supercut, supercut of us (supercut, super-super)

In your car, the radio up
In your car, the radio up
In your car, the supercut of us
We keep tryin' to talk about us
Slow motion, I'm watchin' our love
In your car, the supercut of, supercut of, supercut of

We-we-we-we-we is the villains, and there ain't no chillin'
Get body bags and the toe tags, yeah
Scoundrels in housin', we tore through your town
And we reload it and now we back, man
Forgiato rollin' on a '96 Impala
With a pretty thing, show me where I'm slayin'
I ain't playin' with you lames, 700 horse in the Hellcat
Take ya bitch, where ya at?

D-d-d-dirty, all-black Jeep, 2018
With the clean rhyme rappers on deck, check
Came with the bad bars, bully with the big box
Shush when the runners on set (woo!)
G-g-give it up, you don't got a bit of luck left
Nah, not even a itty bit of fresh (good lord)
Fa-fall on your sword for the crime abhorrent
That's your reward for the mindless whorin' (uh)

This for everybody that hated
Michael and Jamie, we made it
Every debt due, we paid it
My cadence is heinous
You keep tryna play us, and you gon' be famous
And just like the top on my '75 drop
I'm just hittin' a button and you gon' be brainless
And that's from the back of a 'lac where I'm smokin' the sack
Wit' my girl, watchin' seasons of Shameless

There's no manual, Run The Jewels publish shit annual
Every minute I'm in it, I'm runnin' a clinic (uh)
Wild animal, livin' like a Fine Young Cannibal
Sinners and the cynics, admit it, the kid get it (uh)
Earth's a hot block, the pot get chop-chopped
You walk and watch blocks my heart should pop off (uh)
The hot rocks shooters will knock your whole op off
That's why I don't got tocks on the clock to rock soft (uh)

So I fall
Into continents and cars
All the stages and the stars
I turn all of it to just a su-, su-su-su-su

Supercut, supercut of us
Su-supercut, supercut of us
Su-supercut, supercut of us
Su-supercut, supercut of us (supercut, super-super)



Credits
Writer(s): Pontus Johan Winnberg, Burt F. Bacharach, Bob Hilliard, Vincent Fred Pontare, Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Andrew Wyatt, Christian Lars Karlsson
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