Run The Jewels

Released: June 26, 2013

Songwriter: El-P Killer Mike

Producer: El-P

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Cops in the ghetto, they move like the Gestapo
Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile
My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad
That boy in the hospital, now he's lookin' bad
And I'm with his mom and dad, we lookin' sad
My own mama called me, said, "Baby, I'm just glad
They ain't put they hands on my child and kill his ass
Please don't rap about that shit 'fore they murder your black ass"
It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink, you could get took-en
And now you're understanding the definition of "Crooklyn"
Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin'
'Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shook-en
'Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia
That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyer
'Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff, you doing time
And even then, you might get ten, word to Shyne

[Chorus: El-P & Killer Mike]
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Do dope, fuck hope
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey hey-hey)
Do dope, fuck hope

[Verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike]
You don't wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future
We'll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid
Camouflage toughies'll touch your tufts roughly
Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless
Then laugh while you're humming the tune of bruised movements
That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid
(Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too tangled
And even a satellite sees at one angle
Burners radiate smoke 'til all's motionless
Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit
So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what?
Look: ta-dah! The sound of your hopelessness
I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us
Right above the clouds, there's a shroud there to smother us
Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss
Peal another round, make a sound that is thunderous

[Chorus: El-P & Killer Mike]
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Do dope, fuck hope
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey hey-hey)
Do dope, fuck hope
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Do dope, fuck hope
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey hey-hey)
Do dope, fuck hope
Hey
Hey

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”:

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