Run the jewels a christmas miracle lyrics
Embed Get the embed code Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles ( CSS). This is just a preview! Preview the embedded widget Run the Jewels - Run the Jewels Album Lyrics1.36 Chain2. A Christmas Fucking Miracle3. Banana Clipper (feat. Big Boi)4. DDFH5. Get It6. Job Well Done (feat. Until the Ribbon Breaks)7. No Come Down8. Run The Jewels9. Sea Legs10. Twin Hype Back (feat. Prince Paul as Chest Rockwell)11. Pew Pew Pew ( Feat. DJ Qbert) Run the Jewels Lyrics provided by Song Lyrics.com.
El- P: That was me in BK on Atlantic Never looked both ways, ran in traffic Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant Placed where the steel and cement became nature Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous Cityscape where the blood of good men courses And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred Shit'll get in your head and cause panic Have you desperately begging to get famous Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned Sanity on the fringe of distorted Who are they to just take shit and hoard it? Who am I that I don't get my portion? The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces Don't fret little man, don't cry, they can never take the energy inside you were born with Knowing that, understand you could never be poor You already won the war, you were born rich You can only take the energy you had Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is Whoever, whatever that lord is Couldn't give a fuck if you ever made fortunes Fuck anyone ever trying to run that bum shit Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us Don't understand love's importance And we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth Where the ashes and dust got formed in Killer Mike and El- P: The beat breaks and your teeth break Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake It would seem your veneers just mere souvenirs Falling out your mouth and on to the landscape Me and El- P do the secret handshake Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face Till he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake( Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say Into the wild, wildstyle ghetto child running wild where the lions and the owls stay The powers that be even offered up reprieves Told us they ain't take us out.
Artist: Run the Jewels Album: Run the Jewels Song: A Christmas Fucking Miracle Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Run the Jewels [ El- P] That was me in BK on Atlantic Never looked both ways, ran in traffic Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant Place where the steel and cement became nature Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous Cityscape where the blood of good men courses And the dreamer's a bull trapped in porcelain Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit Wanna live for the thrill? They'll arrange it Got a bevy of imps to spit hatred Shit'll get in your head and cause panic Have you desperately begging to get famous Get your dignity dirty and left orphaned Sanity on the fringe of distorted Who are they to just take shit and hoard it? Who am I that I don't get my portion? The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces Don't fret little man, don't cry They can never take the energy inside you were born with Knowing that, understand you could never be poor You already won the war, you were born rich You can only take the energy you have going back to the realm or the home where your lord is Whoever whatever that lord is Couldn't give a FUCK if you ever made fortunes Fuck anyone ever tryin to run that bum shit Send 'em to the flames where the orcs live Them and the lost minds thinking they're smarter than us Don't understand love's importance and we can weaponize that, bring 'em back to the truth where the ashes and dust got formed in [ Killer Mike] The beat breaks and your teeth break Keep your canines embedded in my knuckles as a keepsake It would seem your veneers just mere souveniers falling out your mouth and on to the landscape Me and El- P do the secret handshake Then I pummel punch a pumpkin head punk in his pimple face ' Til he's punch drunk cause he's sweet as a pound cake ( Ain't he pussy, Mike?) Yeah, El, I'll say Into.
This song is about not selling out, both in music and in life. El- P and Killer Mike both touch on this in their verses. El- P talks about the pitfalls of the urban jungle and a corrupt self-serving elite, but rising above it by realizing that true wealth and power is in self awareness and positive energy (love). Killer Mike talks about staying true to himself and never going soft or superficial with his music or his life–always keeping it real despite the twisted forces that pervade the government (amerikkka) and the music industry, with a shout out at the end to other artists doing the same.