Talk to Me - Run the Jewels

We return from the depths of the badlands

With a gun and a knife in our waistband

Went to war with the Devil and Shaitan

He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan

So high now, hoping that I land

On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand

On the radio, heard a plane hijack

Government did that like they cooked crack

I move in a world of conspiracies

Obey no rules, I’m doing me

Smoke kush, transport to the airport

Customs found a joint in my passport

Pulled cash and I gave him what he asked for

Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle

Small bribe, made it back into America

Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area

Rhyme animal, pit bull terrier

Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up

Brought gas and the matches to flare it up

Militant Michael might go psycho

On any ally or rival

Born Black, that’s dead on arrival

My job is to fight for survival

In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with.

This is not a fight

that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against

principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits

(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you

I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you

You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?

And you’re safe and sound and these crooks tapped your phone to not have a file

on you?

What, me worry?

Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?

You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed

Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid

My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig

I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch

I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks

I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank

I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust

Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge

Talk real good 'cause I’m smart and stuff

We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers.

I told y’all on RTJ1,

then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me.

So here we go,

RTJ3

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(RTJ)

Talk to me