SL Jones - Bust No Moves

Song Rating: 9.35/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1: k**er Mike]
Early morning riser reefer chiefer
You paid the most but me, I get it cheaper
Strong rapper reefer, wrap it in a big cohiba
I get so high I close my eyes and swore that I saw Jesus
I take another toke and God damn I feel comatose
I double cup and thats whats up and then Im leaning fool
Im talking any given Sunday, Willie Beamen ho
My b**h say that I get too high it might k** my brain
I tell her that she talk too much and she should give some brain
We used to f** a lot but now you just fuss and complain
What a f**in shame, hit the door and hit the block
Avoid the walking dead, the zombies still hunt and rob
My days of wasting time, slanging dimes is way behind
Im still tryna be a mover with a Masons mind
I will get a mil, aint nobody taking mine
You sorry s**ers, see you saps at the finish line
You know I steady grind

[Hook: SL Jones]
I stay higher than Messiah, I aint never grinding
You see them Jewel runners coming, but we body body
We bout that LPP we diggin other peoples pockets
Keep it cool, Run the Jewels, aint no other way around it
I want the rings and the chains, Run the Jewels
I want the watches and the bracelets, Run the Jewels
We at the table eating everybody food
Invasion of the chains, snatchers better not bust a move

[Verse 2: El-P]
I’m a dummy I’m running with more than f**ing scissors
I’m the Cadillac, of f** you back open you b**hes
You the Cadillac of “f**, I just s** at this rap sh**
I’m the Cadillac of s** it, I’m f**ing disastrous


We the Hardy and Thom of the plant a bomb game
The lead em all to the mall and set ‘em off game
You wanna hang like Hussain
Eat a mile of my sh** then put your lips to my true brain
And get the hash tag #fartnoise
I used to give a half-f**, now I just laugh
I barely blink when it gets bad, maybe I’m cla**
I pull the ducts out my eyes, I don’t cry, I just cant
k**er Mike brought the fire pack
Light it off the sinners of the city where the riots at
The living f** boy eraser
Carve initials in the wet cement right where you died at

[Hook: SL Jones]

[Verse 3: k**er Mike]
Who wanna run a summer with the j**el runners?
Got your girlfriend hotter than two summers
Everybody tough til they see them twos on em
Then they do a number two in they True Religions
Lord please dont shoot!, they get too religious
Truth is we go vicious on these doo pigeons
Pistol pointed at they missus like I k**ed these b**hes
We Run the Jewels and when we talking pimpin, pay attention

[Verse 4: El-P]
Run the Jewels we a bit odd
We bad news, you barely get a fat chance to slim odds
You barely get a short plank for long walks, taught like a sawn-off
No laws when I taught, nah
And Im kalashnikov spitting
We always take the time to smell the rose when it wither
Id say better luck tomorrow
But the horror of your life is me and Mike are just beginning

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 07:13