Pew Pew Pew - Live from Sxsw 2015

Everybody say, "Run The Jewels"
(Run The Jewels)
Say, "Run The Jewels"
(Run The Jewels)

I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate your shit
Every time I try to like a rapper he go and do ho shit
Make me ski mask on they a-a-ass
Run they jewels and more shit

You looking at the guy who the guy that you think
That I got my style from got his own style from ('Sup?)
I came with a sly wink and a shit grin
With a pimp limp and a foul tongue

I'm a Brooklyn son, set adrift in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are locked
I got no shots left, better prep for God

Not long, they'll be talking the same shit
I am just impossible
Got a right to be hostile, motherfucker life is a coffin
Laying down in it ain't awesome

Every single moment you spend in the dirt
Is a worse time than the last moment, own it
We all know you don't know shit (no shit)
Me and Mike will straight write your obit

And the obit goes like this
"Here lies a punk bitch, real fuck boy type"
"Who ain't about shit, as soft as his momma's own tit"
And sensitive as his old lady's clit
Real bust-out bitch

She fuck my clique
Obscene, absurd with the words
I cleaned up curbs with the blood
And the bones of you nerds
I kill with the mic and murder with words
I'm known on the corners where murders occur
I cruise in the verse where murderers lurk
When god in the building, who they gon' hurt

Not a butterfly, bunny, bee, bird being hurt
Got a third-rock-from-the-sun claim for the turf
Never learn how to love, giving your brain to the purp
Get a curse on the heart, autumn start
With a curse on her heart that will hurt 'til it turns

Bttt Stick, Bttt Stick!
Let that four-fifth turn and twist 'em
If they all got the mark we miss 'em
I pray death come quick and kiss 'em
If he need help I assist him
Follow? All of my tips is hollow
I could kill your ass today
Right now I'm playing Grand Theft Auto

Brain check
I'm just come through your hood
And just shoot your ass tomorrow
Brain dead

Scattered over the hood
Of my old lady's brand new auto
Man, knew I should have kept it G
Drove my Monte Carlo
It got like this, it shake in pieces
Shoot your ass again tomorrow (bang)

Ok, I'm an asshole, kiss me
Break a leg in a bear trap, skippy
Wasn't in class when the lunch bell rang
Due to Colt 45 plus smoke got shitty

Mike already a help assist with me
Tag team of the goddamn century
I never asked for shit, it ain't in me
You go to work now, but the style haunts history

Ok, I'm a dick, fuck with me
Liberty bell cracked, the cops aren't kidding
Rabbit in the hat is all deaf now

Came for the freedom, stayed for the prison
Came for the women, stayed for the money
Presidents are better worth dead to feed tummies
You came for the praising, but you stayed for the fucking
Money's by the side of the bed, it ain't nothing

Ladies and gentlemen, DJ Trackstar
Make some noise for DJ Trackster, what's up