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Run The Jewels - Close Your Eyes (And Count To Fuck) lyrics

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Close Your Eyes (And Count To Fuck) by Run The Jewels


Run them jewels fast,
Run them,
Run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, f**k the slow mo
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
Fashion slave,
You protestin' to get in a f**kin' look book
Everything I spit blows like The Anarchist Cookbook
Look good
Posing in a centerfold of Crook Book
Black on black on black with a ski mask,
That is my crook look
How you like my stylin', bro?
Ain't nobody stylin', bro
About to turn this mothaf**ka up like Riker's Island, bro
Where my thuggers and my cripples
And my bloodles and my brothers?
When you niggaz gonna unite
And kill the police, motherf**kers?
Or take over a jail,
Give those COs hell
The burnin' of the sofa,
God damn I love the smell
Like it's a pillow torchin',
Where the f**k the warden?
And when you find him,
We don't kill him,
We just water board him
We killin' them for freedom
Cause they tortured us for boredom
And even if some good ones die, f**k it,
The Lord'll sort them
We out of order, your honor,
You're out of order
This whole court is unimportant,
You f**kers are walkin' corpses
I'm a flip wig synonym,
Livin' within distortion
I'll bite into a cyanide molar
Before you whores win
I'm a New Yorkian,
I f**k for the jump
I wear my Yankee so tilted
I actually walk with a hunch
Look at Mikey,
I think he likey,
We are sinister sons
We the type to beat the preacher with a grin and a gun
Run them jewels fast,
Run them,
Run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, f**k the slow mo
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
A wise man once said,
We all dead, f**k it
Just spit it disgusting youngin',
And hold your nuts
While you're gunnin'
I listened, tatted a sentence on my dick last summer
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain,
It's no wonder
I'm here to buy hearts,
I got hundreds, honey
The cheaper the parts,
The better buy for the money
I'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin'
Waitin' for their christenin',
I know the neighbors can't help but listen in
A dirty boy who come down on a side of dissonance
I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances
Not sh*ttin' you, little buddy,
This f**kin' island's a prison
The only silence I have
Is an act of conjugal visitin'
My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits
Go mane and missin' my misses,
They keep me from my children
Conditions create a villain,
The villain is givin' vision
The vision becomes a fallacy,
Figures all on the fishes
Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons
The forehead engravers
And slavers of men and women
Includin' members of clergy
That rule on you through religion
Run them jewels fast,
Run them,
Run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, f**k the slow mo
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
It's De La on the cut,
Liftin' 6 on your stitchy crew
I'm miles ahead of you,
You can sip my b**ches brew
My battle status is burnin' matches from Dallas to Malibu
Check my r?sum?,
Your residence is residue
Call her a skin job and my honey dick'll backflip for you
You playin' God your eye sockets,
She gonna rip in two
We sick of bleedin' out a trace, spray a victim, you
Done dyin', Phillip AK dickin' you
With clips in the bottom,
We dippin' from Gotham
Yes eclipsed by the shadows,
A dark dance to the coffin
I'm a fellow with melanin,
Suspect of a felony
Ripped like Rakim Allah,
Feds is checkin' my melody
Yes aggressively tested
We'll bump stretchers and penalties
Dump cases with face
And the cop pleas when we seizing a pump
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons
Still pilin' fast, plus Afghani toe taggin'
Now they trackin' me
And we bustin' back, see
The only thing that close quicker
Than our caskets be the factory
Run them jewels fast,
Run them,
Run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, f**k the slow mo
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them
R-run them, run them



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