Released: March 25, 2021

Songwriter: El-P Killer Mike

Producer: El-P

[Intro]
This week on Yankee and the brave

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic
Crack a bitch back, chiropractic, Craftmatic
Big daddy smokin' big Cali in a black alley
In a black Grand Natty rollin’ down Old Natty
Hair nappy, matty as a black granddaddy, all fact
No cappin', fat, black boat captain stay floatin'
No flappin’, wave runner, I'm a gunner
I'ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer
And I put that on Osama and my motherfuckin' mama
I'ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama
I'ma chop 'em with a chopper 'til I motherfuckin’ drop ’em (Drop 'em, drop ’em, drop 'em)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Stack addict, a mack with the blackest fabric on back
I magically rack it and dash while I'm duckin' rat-a-tat-tats
I’m runnin' the truck over sucker shit
Matter fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack
Automatic facts, it's like tha-a-at (Woo)
It's scammer bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of shit
All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin'
Pardon them as thеy work until every pocket's been pickеd and soul been harvested
I'm ready to mob on these fuckin' charlatans (Charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans)

[Break: Killer Mike (Scratches by Trackstar the DJ)]
Go-go-go-, go-go-go-go-
Go-go-go-go-, Go-go-go-go-
Go-go-go-go-, go-go-go-, go-go-
What we gon' do—?

[Verse 3: El-P]
'Til time die, I'm galactically fly
The moon is movin' the maniacs in the city to crime
Hearts fry, all this neon is rippin' us up inside
Immortality's out of bounds, it's a one-round ride

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside
I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes
Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide
And if the news say it was, that's a goddamn lie
I can't let the pigs kill me, I got too much pride
And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive

[Verse 5: El-P]
I got the Grand Nat runnin' in the alley outside
Now, Michael, run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride
I'd rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise
And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die
You try to fuck with my brother, you get the bastard surprise
And that's more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time
I didn't get my degree in how to smoke weed 'til I'm blind
So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner doing you bye

[Verse 6: Killer Mike]
My brother made a point, so out the back door I'ma slide
I'm chubby, husky, thighs scrubbin', fuckin' up my Levis
A crooked copper got the dropper, I put lead in his eye
'Cause we heard he murdered a black child, so none of us cried

[Outro: Killer Mike with El-P]
Yankee and the brave are here
Everybody hit the deck
We don't mean no harm
But we truly mean all the disrespect (Four)

Run The Jewels

No track is safe with the combination of Killer Mike’s aggressive flow straight from the ATL and the lyrical backflips and dense production by Brooklyn son and underground legend El-P.

The duo were first acquainted on Mike’s fully El produced and critically-acclaimed 2012 LP, R.A.P. Music. The two came together in 2013 to release an outstanding self-titled album that was widely considered one of the best Hip-Hop albums of the year. The name of the group is from the intro to LL Cool J’s “Cheesy Rat Blues”:

Just throw your hands in the air