Released: November 4, 2014
Featuring: Run The Jewels
Songwriter: Pete Lawrie-Winfield El-P Killer Mike James Gordon
Producer: Andy Thomas Pete Lawrie-Winfield James Gordon
[Verse 1]
I got this new game, I call it Kurt
Escape from New York, meet me in the dirt
I mean no harm, maybe just a little
These are the end of times, meet me in the middle
Politics, we never vote
Cause you won't hang yourself if you don't choose a rope, no
We're just a silhouette, just some hired hands
If money talks then I don't understand
[Chorus]
You know it, she knows it
We're burning in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, do it like a winner (winner)
The church steals, rapes, kills and they call you a sinner (sinner)
Set fire to 'em, I'm finna
Attack 'em like a dog off the leash in a kennel
Fight for the people forever
Will it ever change? No, never
The Devil got control of the winner
[Verse 3: El-P]
We don’t make waves, we can barely make bubbles, they love it
Chuckle out loud when their voice gets smothered
Get with big clips and full leaf dusters
Bust into class and the mass start busting
Guns in our clutches can't be trusted
The war machine will remain uninterrupted
Man'll go nuts trying to tackle the subject
Clutch to the drugs like the hand from a mother
[Chorus]
You know it, she knows it
We're burning in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
[Bridge]
I wrote a song for the party, but I got the words wrong
It was the end of the world
It was a birthday song
So come, pick a tune, sing along, sing along
[Chorus]
You know it, she knows it
We're burning in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
I got this new game, I call it Kurt
Escape from New York, meet me in the dirt
I mean no harm, maybe just a little
These are the end of times, meet me in the middle
Politics, we never vote
Cause you won't hang yourself if you don't choose a rope, no
We're just a silhouette, just some hired hands
If money talks then I don't understand
[Chorus]
You know it, she knows it
We're burning in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, do it like a winner (winner)
The church steals, rapes, kills and they call you a sinner (sinner)
Set fire to 'em, I'm finna
Attack 'em like a dog off the leash in a kennel
Fight for the people forever
Will it ever change? No, never
The Devil got control of the winner
[Verse 3: El-P]
We don’t make waves, we can barely make bubbles, they love it
Chuckle out loud when their voice gets smothered
Get with big clips and full leaf dusters
Bust into class and the mass start busting
Guns in our clutches can't be trusted
The war machine will remain uninterrupted
Man'll go nuts trying to tackle the subject
Clutch to the drugs like the hand from a mother
[Chorus]
You know it, she knows it
We're burning in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
[Bridge]
I wrote a song for the party, but I got the words wrong
It was the end of the world
It was a birthday song
So come, pick a tune, sing along, sing along
[Chorus]
You know it, she knows it
We're burning in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times