• Tag Archives Killer Mike
  • Run The Jewels – Hey Kids (Bumaye) (feat. Danny Brown) (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

    [Intro]
    Hey, hey k-
    Hey kids!
    (This is so crazy!)

    [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
    Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
    We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
    Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
    Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
    All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
    Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
    Get ’em, got ’em, shout ’em, and flipped the matress
    Woo! I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
    Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
    Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin’ it
    Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
    Domain eminent, we the preeminant
    Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
    Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
    Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin’ it, yeah

    [Hook]
    Bumaye
    Bumaye
    Bumaye
    Bumaye

    [Verse 2: El-P]
    Aye, aye kids
    I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
    I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
    They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
    I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
    Killers of the earth get scared
    You do not get one word
    You do not live for the heard
    Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
    That is my word
    Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
    In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
    It’s like nothin’ not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
    I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
    Better call mayday, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
    They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
    Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
    Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit

    [Hook]
    Bumaye
    Bumaye
    Bumaye
    Bumaye

    [Verse 3: Danny Brown]
    Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya’ neck
    Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
    Like a gram of blow, you inject
    My words infect like insects havin’ incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it’s Wednesday
    I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
    That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on ’em twenty-eight
    Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
    I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
    My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
    No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
    Please be alarmed, be warned
    Please be alarmed, be warned
    Give up that charm or get harmed
    Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone

    [Outro]
    You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you


  • Curren$y – Speculation Lyrics

    (Intro: Curren$y)
    Pulled up like FedEx
    Double R headrest
    Pulled up like FedEx
    Double R headrest
    Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
    Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet
    More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

    (Verse 1: Curren$y)
    Pulled up like FedEx
    Double R headrest
    Pulled up like FedEx
    Double R headrest
    Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
    I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet
    More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
    Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is
    Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
    She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me
    When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
    Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
    Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
    Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
    Living the fast way, weed burning slow
    In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
    Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
    If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
    You could try it out after me
    (Chorus: Curren$y)
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the

    (Verse 2: T.Y.)
    Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
    Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
    Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
    It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things
    Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
    I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
    I know you liked every song but whats your favorite
    We can get loaded while I play that shit
    Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
    Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
    We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker
    Yea, always, nigga we get paid
    The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
    Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
    Fuck bitches get paid

    (Verse 3: Fiend)
    Roll up when I roll up
    Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
    Stoned up in this man but I’m focused
    Shades too dark to notice
    I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
    I used to press cash in the sofa
    I ain’t even asked her to come over
    Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams
    20s 50s 100s with the bling
    All this gold is just a lil something to a king
    Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
    Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
    Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
    Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up
    But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)
    You could count my chips up

    (Chorus: Curren$y)
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
    Ounces I’ve weighed
    Audio dope keep us paid
    Lot of speculation on the