Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck) [feat. Zack De La Rocha] Songtext - Run The Jewels

Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck) [feat. Zack De La Rocha] - Run The Jewels

[Intro: Zack De La Rocha]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them
Fuck the slow mo
[Verse 1: Killer Mike (El-P)]Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look bookEverything I scribble's like an anarchist's cookbook(Look good, posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book)Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook lookHow you like my stylin', bruh?, ain't nobody smilin', bruh'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker's Island, bruhWhere my thuggers and my crippers and my blooders and my brothers?
When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas?Or take over a jail, give them COs hell
The burnin' of the sulfur, goddamn I love the smell
Now get to pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden?
And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him
We killin' them for freedom cause they tortured us for boredomAnd even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em
[Verse 2: El-P (Killer Mike)]We out a order, your honor, you're out a orderThis whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpsesI'm a flip wig synonym livin' within distortionI'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores winI'm a New Yorkian, I'm fucked from the jumpI wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunchLook at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons(And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun)
[Hook: Zack De La Rocha]Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them
[Verse 3: El-P (Killer Mike)]A wise man once said, ("We all dead, fuck it")Just spit it disgustin' youngin' and hold your nuts while you gunnin'I listened, tatted the sentence on my dick last summer
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonderI'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honeyThe cheaper the parts, the better buy for the moneyI'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin', waitin' for the christenin'
I know the neighbors can't help but listen inA dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonanceI can't even relax without sirens off in the distancesNot shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prisonThe only solace I have is the act of conjugal visitin'[Verse 4: Killer Mike (El-P)]My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits
Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my childrenConditions create a villain, the villain is given' vision
The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the viciousLiars and politicians, profiteers of the prisonsThe forehead engravers and slavers of men and womenIncludin' members of clergy that rule on you through religion
(He'll strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God will forgive 'em)[Hook: Zack De La Rocha]
[Verse 5: Zack De La Rocha]It's De La on the cut,liftin' 6 on your snitchin' crewI'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brewMy battle status is burnin' mansions from Dallas to Malibu
Check my r


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