Run The Jewels - Hey Kids (Bumaye)

| Keith
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes?
All 'cause I'm motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he's a squealer
Get 'em, got 'em, shout 'em, and flipped the matress
Woo! I'm the man, bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates, and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain't flinch'n, Marshawn Lynch'n it
Run through a motherfucker's face like ig'nant, isn't it
Domain eminent, we the pre-eminant
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave, he digging it, then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, getting it, yeah

New RTJ dropped on Christmas. It's dope and pretty much what you'd expect from them: fresh, deep, dark and creative beats, wicked production, complex rhymes and a lot of irreverent attitude. Oh and a Marshawn Lynch reference on today's Most Important. Go Seahawks!

RIYL: MF Doom, Deltron 3030, Earl Sweatshirt, Cannibal Ox, Madvillan

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