Put Jewels on It

Lyrics

[Intro: El-P] Ay, Statik (Statik Selektah) Meet me at Max Fish, man (RTJ) Like 2 (Woo) 2 A.M. (RTJ) Ay (RTJ) [Verse 1: El-P] I came up on some "brain blown, full of smoke, livin' in a Terrordome Bad kid, born to kill a king with my hand" shit Put 'em up, runners run amok, come to gun 'em up Son 'em up, what a run of luck, I'm a ton of fun Fuckers wanna run it up, stun a runner up I'm a number one, wake up with the sun, thinkin' make a buck What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up Suck it up, fold a fucker's gut 'til he double up Double down, dummies get a crown when I'm in the dust Dead and done, tell that he delayed baby, wait baity This is not a drill, plainly, Jaime is a thrill Hundred thousand dollar bill y'all, Allah get the deal What a odd duck, I don't bow to Zod or no man, what Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of Klan nut And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called The holster they holding is empty The toaster that they imagine they venting And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn't exist We buffalo run 'em off cliff [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Ay, look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go Look at Mikey, Jaime making milli and nobody know Mikey, he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac And did "A Milli" but I been this silly, really And you motherfuckers really know that you been really feel me But you hid emotions so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me Fuck your coulda, shoulda, woulda, still'll stutter I'm a motherfucker, ask your baby mother, motherfucker Nisey boy talking Jheri curl greasy, boy Nigga with a attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy Beat your girl flapjack flat fat, black flow flipper Flip flap, take that, I don't argue, hoe nigga Get nervous in my old age bar nobody Make your self known or take a shot to a body I only trust Jaime, I don't trust nobody And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo' body [Outro] Like who really run this? Who-who really run that man that say he run this? Banging on my adversaries Like who really run this? Who-who really run that man that say he run this? The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic Like who really run this? Who-who really run that man that say he run this? Violence might be necessary Who really run this? Who-who really run that man that say he run this? The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me (Statik) Move on it, put jewels on it, who want it? Who, who, who want it? Move on it, put jewels on it, who want it? Who, who, who want it? Put Jewels on it Put Jewels on it