yankee and the brave - Run the Jewels, El-P, Killer Mike

Back at it like a crack addict, Mr. Black Magic, crack a bitch back

Chiropractic Craftmatic, big daddy smokin' big Cali

In the black alley, in a black Grand Natty

Rollin' down, ole natty hair

Nappy, matty as a black grandaddy, all fact

No cappin', fat, black, bold captain, stay floatin'

No flappin', wave runner, I’m a gunner

I’ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer

And I put that on Osama and my motherfuckin' momma

I’ma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama

I’ma chop 'em with a chopper 'till I motherfuckin' drop 'em (Drop 'em, drop 'em,

drop 'em)

Stack addict, I mack with the blackest fabric, I’m back

I’m magically rackin' it, that’s what I’m thunkin', rat-a-tat-tats

I’m runnin' the trunk up for sucker shit

Matter of fact, kiss the ass and even the cra-a-ack

Automatic facts, it’s like tha-a-at

Scandal bliss when you puttin' feelings in charge of shit

All of us targeted, all we doin' is arguin'

Part of them isn’t workin' 'till every pockets been picked and sold and

harvested

I’m ready to mob on these fuckin' Charlatans (Charlatans, charlatans,

charlatans, charlatans, charlatans, charlatans)

Go-go-go-, go-go-go-go-

Go-go-go-go-, Go-go-go-go-

Go-go-go-go-, go-go-go-, go-go-

We up, now loot

Two time Don, I’m galactic and fly

The moon is movin' the maniacs in a shitty decline

Hearts fried, all this neon is grippin' in something’s side

Immortality’s out of bounds, this a one-round ride

I got one round left, a hunnid cops outside

I could shoot at them or put one between my eyes

Chose the latter, it don’t matter, it ain’t suicide

And if the news say it was that’s a goddamn lie

I can’t let the pigs kill me, I got too much pride

And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive

I got the Grand Nat runnin' in the alley outside

Yo Mike run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride

I’d rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise

And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die

You try to fuck with my brother, you get the bastard surprise

And that’s more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time

I didn’t get my degree in how to smoke weed 'till I’m blind

So you could ruin my high, Jewel Runner, do and you’re bye

My brother made a point so out the back door I’ma slide

I’m chubby, husky, die scrubbin', fuckin' up my Levi’s

The crooked copper got the proper, I put lead in his eye

Plus we heard he murdered a black child so none of us cry

Yankee and the brave are here

Everybody hit the deck

We don’t mean no harm

But we truly mean all the disrespect (Four)