Released: November 2, 2017
Featuring: Run The Jewels
Songwriter: Statik Selektah El-P Killer Mike
Producer: Statik Selektah
[Intro: El-P]
Ay, Statik (Statik Selektah)
Meet me at Max Fish man (RTJ)
Like 2 (Woo) Like 2AM (RTJ)
Ay (RTJ)
[Verse 1: El-P]
I came up on some brain blown, full of smoke, livin' in a Terrordome
That kid born to kill a king with my hand shit
Put ’em up, runners run amok, gonna gun ’em up
Son ’em up, what a run of luck, I’m a ton of fun
Fuckers wanna run it up, stun a runner up
I’m a number 1, wake up with the sun, thinkin’ make a buck
What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up
Suck it up, fold a fucker's gut ’til he double up
Double down, dummies get a crown when I’m in the dust
Dead and done so that he delayed baby, wait baby
This is not a drill, baby, Jamie is a thrill
$100,000 bill y’all, all laws get the deal
What a odd duck, I don’t bow to Zod or no man, what
Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of Klan nut
And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called
The holster they holding is empty, the toaster that they imagine they venting
And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn't exist
We buffalo run 'em off cliff
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Ay, look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go
Look at Mikey, Jamie making milli like nobody know
Mikey, he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac
And did "A Milli" but I been this silly, really
And you motherfuckers really know that you’ve been really feel me
But you hid emotions so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me
Fuck your coulda shoulda woulda stooda stutter
I’m a motherfucker, ask your baby mother, motherfucker music, boy
Talking jheri curl greasy, boy
Nigga with an attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy
I [beat] your girl, flapjack flat flapback black flow flipper flap flap
Take that, I don't argue, hoe nigga
Get nervous in my old age bar nobody
Make your self known or take a shot to a body
I only trust Jamie, I don’t trust nobody
And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo’ body
[Sample: “Lie, Cheat, & Steal”]
Who really run this?
Banging on my adversaries
Like who really run this?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic
Who really run this?
Violence might be necessary
Who really run this?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, Statik
[Outro]
Who want it? Put jewels on it
Who want it?
Who want it?
Who want it? Put jewels on it
Who want it?
Who want it?
Put jewels on it
Put jewels on it
Ay, Statik (Statik Selektah)
Meet me at Max Fish man (RTJ)
Like 2 (Woo) Like 2AM (RTJ)
Ay (RTJ)
[Verse 1: El-P]
I came up on some brain blown, full of smoke, livin' in a Terrordome
That kid born to kill a king with my hand shit
Put ’em up, runners run amok, gonna gun ’em up
Son ’em up, what a run of luck, I’m a ton of fun
Fuckers wanna run it up, stun a runner up
I’m a number 1, wake up with the sun, thinkin’ make a buck
What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up
Suck it up, fold a fucker's gut ’til he double up
Double down, dummies get a crown when I’m in the dust
Dead and done so that he delayed baby, wait baby
This is not a drill, baby, Jamie is a thrill
$100,000 bill y’all, all laws get the deal
What a odd duck, I don’t bow to Zod or no man, what
Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of Klan nut
And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called
The holster they holding is empty, the toaster that they imagine they venting
And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn't exist
We buffalo run 'em off cliff
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Ay, look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go
Look at Mikey, Jamie making milli like nobody know
Mikey, he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac
And did "A Milli" but I been this silly, really
And you motherfuckers really know that you’ve been really feel me
But you hid emotions so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me
Fuck your coulda shoulda woulda stooda stutter
I’m a motherfucker, ask your baby mother, motherfucker music, boy
Talking jheri curl greasy, boy
Nigga with an attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy
I [beat] your girl, flapjack flat flapback black flow flipper flap flap
Take that, I don't argue, hoe nigga
Get nervous in my old age bar nobody
Make your self known or take a shot to a body
I only trust Jamie, I don’t trust nobody
And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo’ body
[Sample: “Lie, Cheat, & Steal”]
Who really run this?
Banging on my adversaries
Like who really run this?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic
Who really run this?
Violence might be necessary
Who really run this?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, Statik
[Outro]
Who want it? Put jewels on it
Who want it?
Who want it?
Who want it? Put jewels on it
Who want it?
Who want it?
Put jewels on it
Put jewels on it
more tracks from the album
From the album
- 8 (2017)
Statik Selektah popular songs
- Bird’s Eye View
- Carry On
- The Imperial
- Alarm Clock
- The Spark
- 21 & Over
- Beautiful Life
- In the Wind
- Keep It Moving
- Put Jewels on It
- Never a Dull Moment
- Alone
- Live From The Era
- Come Around
- So Close, So Far
- The Thrill Is Gone
- Back Against the Wall
- Stop, Look, Listen
- Talking Bout You (Ladies)
- Groupie Love
- You’re Gone
- Labor Day
- Showoff vs. Everybody
- Damn Right