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A Report To The Shareholders: Kill Your Masters - CLEAN

๐Ÿ‘ค Run The Jewels (Killer Mike and El-P) โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ RTJ3 (Clean) โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 6:15
๐ŸŽต 5190 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:15 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 11848751

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Beware of horses
I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important
Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order
And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on
I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this
Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this
I just say what I want like I'm made for this
But I'm afraid some days I might be wrong
Maybe that's why me and Mike get along
(Hey) Not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming
(Woo!)
And it sounds like war
(Woo!)
And it breaks our hearts
When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc (eh)
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah (yeah)
Get a little dap like, "Yeah, I'm the fucking man!" (yeah)
Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"
It's all jokes and smoke, 'til the truth start schemin'
Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons
You talk clean and bomb hospitals
So I speak with the foulest mouth possible
And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical
I will not be confused for docile
I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile

Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win
It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again
But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again
At the Dem' Conven' my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in
As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate skin
Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again
Ooh, Mike said, "Uterus", they acting like Mike said, "You a bitch"
To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it
Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch!"
Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit
I manoeuvre through manure like a slumdog millionaire
El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires"
I respond with a heavy, "Yeah"
Big bro says, "Fuck that, toughen up"
"Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough"
The devil don't sleep, us either
El spits fire, I spit ether
We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars
Coming soon on a new world tour
Probably play the score for the World War
At the apocalypse, play the encore
Turn around, see El, and I smile
Hell coming and we got about a mile
Until it's over I remain hostile

Mere mortals, the gods coming, so miss me with the whoopty-whoop
You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you
I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth
I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'
Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you
But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse
I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views
I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news
Garvey-mind, Tyson-punch, this is bad news
So feel me, follow me
Devil done got on top of me
Bad times got a monopoly
Give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly
Owner killed by his property

This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio
War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go
And these invaders from Earth are twerkin' on graves, you know
Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow
It's so abusive, you'll beg somebody to roofie you
They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula hoop
And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do
These fucking fools have forgotten just who been fooling who

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters (c'mon)
Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters
Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters (c'mon)
Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters

Children of men on the throne, roving with no atonement
Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen
The flow's a burning wind, blowing to your coast and
Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions
Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding (done appealing)
This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings
Boots on the roof, I'm Charlie Mingus dumping through the ceiling
Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin'
Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper
Born in the beast and fixin' a feast and tearin' its features
The world surges, the nation's nervous
The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us
We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated
Won't state our numbers for our names and remaining faceless
We dignified, they can't erase us
We ain't asleep, we rope-a-dope through the flames
Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name
Run 'em

Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters
Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters
Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters
Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
Kill your masters

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:15.41] Beware of horses
[00:17.76] I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important
[00:20.98] Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order
[00:24.89] And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on
[00:28.77] I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this
[00:31.60] Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this
[00:33.73] I just say what I want like I'm made for this
[00:35.61] But I'm afraid some days I might be wrong
[00:37.91] Maybe that's why me and Mike get along
[00:40.28] (Hey) Not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming
[00:44.20] (Woo!)
[00:44.85] And it sounds like war
[00:46.35] (Woo!)
[00:46.85] And it breaks our hearts
[00:48.65] When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc (eh)
[00:52.98] Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
[00:54.72] Make a buck and dash, yeah (yeah)
[00:57.62] Get a little dap like, "Yeah, I'm the fucking man!" (yeah)
[01:01.33] Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"
[01:03.98] It's all jokes and smoke, 'til the truth start schemin'
[01:06.03] Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons
[01:08.30] You talk clean and bomb hospitals
[01:10.22] So I speak with the foulest mouth possible
[01:12.63] And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical
[01:16.88] I will not be confused for docile
[01:18.47] I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile
[01:20.21]
[01:36.35] Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win
[01:40.49] It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again
[01:44.43] But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again
[01:48.37] At the Dem' Conven' my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in
[01:52.56] As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate skin
[01:56.35] Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again
[02:00.53] Ooh, Mike said, "Uterus", they acting like Mike said, "You a bitch"
[02:04.45] To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it
[02:06.04] Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch!"
[02:08.40] Add a "nigga" for that black writer that started that sewer shit
[02:10.67] I manoeuvre through manure like a slumdog millionaire
[02:13.37] El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires"
[02:16.81] I respond with a heavy, "Yeah"
[02:18.18] Big bro says, "Fuck that, toughen up"
[02:19.95] "Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough"
[02:22.32] The devil don't sleep, us either
[02:24.13] El spits fire, I spit ether
[02:25.92] We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars
[02:28.37] Coming soon on a new world tour
[02:30.19] Probably play the score for the World War
[02:32.30] At the apocalypse, play the encore
[02:34.39] Turn around, see El, and I smile
[02:36.22] Hell coming and we got about a mile
[02:38.03] Until it's over I remain hostile
[02:39.90]
[03:31.48] Mere mortals, the gods coming, so miss me with the whoopty-whoop
[03:34.55] You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you
[03:37.64] I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth
[03:40.70] I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'
[03:44.29] Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you
[03:47.32] But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose, I refuse
[03:50.18] I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views
[03:53.25] I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news
[03:56.62] Garvey-mind, Tyson-punch, this is bad news
[03:59.51] So feel me, follow me
[04:00.62] Devil done got on top of me
[04:02.19] Bad times got a monopoly
[04:03.47] Give up, I did the opposite
[04:05.05] Pitch perfect, did it properly
[04:06.64] Owner killed by his property
[04:08.41] This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio
[04:11.55] War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go
[04:14.50] And these invaders from Earth are twerkin' on graves, you know
[04:17.68] Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow
[04:20.86] It's so abusive, you'll beg somebody to roofie you
[04:23.78] They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula hoop
[04:26.84] And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do
[04:30.08] These fucking fools have forgotten just who been fooling who
[04:32.82] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[04:35.56] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[04:37.67] Kill your masters (c'mon)
[04:38.91] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[04:41.65] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[04:44.05] Kill your masters
[04:45.33] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[04:47.78] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[04:50.14] Kill your masters (c'mon)
[04:51.19] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[04:54.02] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[04:55.94] Kill your masters
[04:57.39] Children of men on the throne, roving with no atonement
[05:00.25] Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen
[05:04.23] The flow's a burning wind, blowing to your coast and
[05:07.13] Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions
[05:10.39] Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding (done appealing)
[05:13.25] This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings
[05:15.95] Boots on the roof, I'm Charlie Mingus dumping through the ceiling
[05:19.37] Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin'
[05:22.52] Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper
[05:25.11] Born in the beast and fixin' a feast and tearin' its features
[05:28.51] The world surges, the nation's nervous
[05:30.94] The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us
[05:33.36] We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated
[05:35.62] Won't state our numbers for our names and remaining faceless
[05:38.82] We dignified, they can't erase us
[05:40.63] We ain't asleep, we rope-a-dope through the flames
[05:43.01] Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name
[05:46.27] Run 'em
[05:46.72] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[05:49.33] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[05:51.73] Kill your masters
[05:53.08] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[05:55.45] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[05:57.89] Kill your masters
[05:58.94] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[06:01.59] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[06:03.97] Kill your masters
[06:05.38] Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
[06:07.98] Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
[06:10.20] Kill your masters
[06:11.53]

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