[Killer Mike:]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the devil and shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
God damnit it's a motherf*cking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these all lives matter ass white folk
[Interlude:]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits. (RTJ3 motherf*ckers)
[El-P:]
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What me worry? Nah buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherf*cker, I can't be crushed
F*ckers open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a mission to storm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'ma super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the pumps
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
Got the son of Rick Rubin rushing full thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to f*ck with, better to love
[Interlude 2:]
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers. I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't believe me. So here we go, RTJ3
[Outro:]
Talk to me
RTJ, Talk to me
Run The Jewels - Talk To Me Lyrics
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English
[Killer Mike:]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the devil and shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
God damnit it's a motherf*cking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these all lives matter ass white folk
[Interlude:]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits. (RTJ3 motherf*ckers)
[El-P:]
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What me worry? Nah buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherf*cker, I can't be crushed
F*ckers open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a mission to storm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'ma super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the pumps
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
Got the son of Rick Rubin rushing full thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to f*ck with, better to love
[Interlude 2:]
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers. I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't believe me. So here we go, RTJ3
[Outro:]
Talk to me
RTJ, Talk to me
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the devil and shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
God damnit it's a motherf*cking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these all lives matter ass white folk
[Interlude:]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits. (RTJ3 motherf*ckers)
[El-P:]
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam mud so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What me worry? Nah buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherf*cker, I can't be crushed
F*ckers open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a mission to storm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'ma super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the pumps
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
Got the son of Rick Rubin rushing full thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to f*ck with, better to love
[Interlude 2:]
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers. I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't believe me. So here we go, RTJ3
[Outro:]
Talk to me
RTJ, Talk to me
Writer: ALAN EDWARD WALLER, JAIME MELINE, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, PHILIP ARTHUR DENNIS MAY, TORBITT CASTLEMAN SCHWARTZ, WILDER ZOBY SCHWARTZ, Composer Unknown, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, WILDER SCHWARTZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Performed By: Run The Jewels
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: ALAN EDWARD WALLER, JAIME MELINE, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, PHILIP ARTHUR DENNIS MAY, TORBITT CASTLEMAN SCHWARTZ, WILDER ZOBY SCHWARTZ, Composer Unknown, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, WILDER SCHWARTZ