Текст песни (слова) Run the Jewels - 36" Chain

36" Chain

[Killer Mike:]
 Bitch we be that shit that's right
 Number two boo boo straight caca (yeah)
 I smoke ganja with a dreadlocked rasta
 Move like Frank you will die like a hassa
 Move like Jesus die like a martyr
 Hell of a choice when you riding a Lamotta
 Trynna get some hoes in the hot car
 How far is we away, man? Not far
 The greatness they claim, not all
 Are not, we are those juggernauts
 Me El, we hail
 Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel
 Castro, cash flow, car full of females
 Bad hoes, we in the DR
 Any fuck rapper boy gettin' out of line I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamn ER

 I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw
 Cocaine flow fishscale no re-rock
 Take a snort for yourself shawty, see? "he raw...
 (sniff) See he raw!"
 That’s you shawty go on snort your nose off
 Then put the news in the street Tom Brokaw
 Cause of you shawty met a bad stone bitch out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off
 Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
 Couple months later brought 'em down to Atlanta and let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right yeah we flex
 Heard she got a baby daddy and a nigga acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he plexed
 Nigga better pray for a ho like he Tebow though cause right now he stay losin’ like The Jets

 And I walk around like I got a 36" chain
 And I walk around like I got a 36" chain

 Bitch we be that shit that's right
 Light a flare put your thumbs in the air high five
 I came for the stash box gimme that
 I been waitin' for this all my life
 3 AM and I'm still not right
 Still awake still away from fading
 Why the ride so hazy
 Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy
 The bliss and pure shit magician
 Get to skipping
 Not too tall dark and handsome man
 But I talk dark for ransoms man
 Spend grands of those zombies
 Folded origami
 Yes I bag the clams
 Anyone object to the styles, get a smile and a backwards hand

 Peep that felonious face in the place of an angel
 Bringing that buckshot back to the table
 Been a veteran, earthbound hellion
 Try to say grace get a face full of staples
 Woke up and the city air smelled like maple
 If you come straight from New York you relate
 If you come straight from another place stay too
 Me and Mike got the whole map held safe

[Killer Mike:]
 Be it NYC or the ATL
 From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell
 We murder death killed every stage we step
 Homicide times two better warn yourself, El

 Anybody looking for some trouble better self med
 We could double dutch in a minefield, hell gets
 Just the right temperature, break beat minister
 Riverdance cleats on your face for the finisher