pulling the pin - Run the Jewels, El-P, Killer Mike

Yeah

Yeah, that cash

Yeah, take it, here

From a long line of the rancidest swine came the violators

The cloven foot designers of high crime for the iron ages

Twisting down through time, see them tryna unwind creation

Don’t be surprised, it’s a mistake to think their influence had faded

«Well, what a wretched state of danger we’ve made here,» I thought to me

Perhaps explaining years of self lobotomy, toxicly

Perhaps explaining tears and even tears in my cosmology

You numb yourself for years and it can wear upon you, honestly

These old foxes got a lotta plots to outfox us (Ayy)

Tryna divvy up and dump in corresponding boxes, how obnoxious

Where the heart and mind connect, expect them targeting like archers

You will not travel towards the light if they’re in charge of your departure

You’d think the universe forgot us the way the cursed pitch their product (Woo)

As though our spirit’s not a fire that can’t be snuffed or turned to dollars

Or the expanse across all space can’t be contained in one small dollop

Now I see that it’s the same moment in history back to haunt us

And here we are again

Hello void, long time watcher, first time callin' in

Every cage built needs an occupant

Got a dead bolt, see 'em lock it in

Had a good run, but they stoppin' it

Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid

Eat your heart out, fiction fan

Truly the truth’s the stranger document

And at best, I’m just getting it wrong

And at worst, I’ve been right from the start

It hurts, I’m bein' torn apart

There’s a grenade in my heart and the pin is in their palm

There’s a grenade

There’s a grenade

A grenade

At best, life is difficult, poor and you pitiful

Then every day’s like a satanic ritual

Beautiful soul with a rogue and the criminal

How long must the holy hold onto they principles?

Kickin' and screamin' while watchin' the demons

Collecting the gold and the diamond residuals

My pastor say, «God has promised us paradise

Live a good life, it is pivotal»

I promised my mama that I would stay honest

But I want it all in the physical

And promise I’m honest, I’ll probably be punished

'Cause keeping that promise too difficult

So picture me red as I sit on the bed

With my hands on my head and this pistol too

Why the fuck must I be miserable?

The devils, they do the despicable

And still, they move like they invincible

These filthy criminals sit at the pinnacle

Doin' the typical, keepin' us miserable

Takin' the most and providin' the minimal

Hate to sound cynical, but shit is pitiful, times is just critical

Like Jimmy Savile, they cheerfully kill kids in a ritual

I’ll murder the miserables, I’ll make it all biblical

I’ll cut off their heads, they’ll beg for their life and I’ll put it up digital

Fuck the political, the mission is spiritual

A murderous miracle that was sent here to just punish the terrible

Static in my mind

Like sanity on borrowed time

Like right and wrong can’t be defined

There’s a grenade in my heart and the pin is in their palm

There’s a grenade

There’s a grenade

A grenade in my heart