Artist: Run the Jewels f/ Zack De La Rocha
Album:  RTJ2
Song:   Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck)
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, 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 slo-mo!

[Killer Mike] (El-P)
Fashion slave, you protestin to get in a fuckin look book  
Every thing I scribble's like The 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 look  
How you like my stylin, bruh? Ain't nobody smilin, bruh
'Bout to turn this motherfucker up like Riker's Island, bruh  
Where my thuggers and my Crippers and my Blooders and my brothers?
When you niggaz gon' unite and kill the police, motherfuckers?
Or take over a jail, give them COs' hell
The burnin of that 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 'em for freedom cause they tortured us for boredom
And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em

[El-P] (Killer Mike)
We-we outta order? Your honor, YOU outta order
This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walking corpses
I'm a clip wig synonym, livin within distortion
I'll bite in to cyanide molar before you whores win
I'm a New Yorkian, I'm fucked from the jump  
I wear my Yankee so tilted, I actually walk with a hunch
Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons
(And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun - c'mon~!)

[Chorus: 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, 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, r-run them

[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 wonder
I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds -- honey!
The cheaper the parts, the better the buy for the money  
I'm trained in vagina whispering, glistening
Waiting for the christenin, I know the neighbors can't help but listen in
Uh, a dirty boy who come down on the side dissonance
I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances
Not shittin you little buddy, this fuckin island's a prison
The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting

[Killer Mike] (El-P)
My solitary conditions preventin conjugal visits
Though mainly missin my missus, they keepin me from my chil'len
Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision
The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious
Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons
The forehead engravers and slavers of men and women
Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion
(They'll strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em)

[Chorus]

[Zack De La Rocha]
It's De La on the cut, lifting six on your snitching crew
I'm +Miles+ ahead of you, you can sip my +Bitches Brew+  
My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu
Check my resume, your residence is residue
Call her a skin job and my honey dip will back flip for you  
You playin god, your eye sockets she gon' rip into
We sick of bleeding now, the trey spray an victim - YOU  
Done dyin, +Phillip A.K. Dick+ in you
With clips in the bottom, we dipping through Gotham
Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin
I'ma fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony
Rip like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin +My Melody+  
Yes aggressively testin with bunk stretches an penalties
Dump cases when facing to cop pleas when we seizing the pump  
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons  
Still piling fast buck,  Afghani toe taggin
No they tracking me cause we bustin back see
The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factory

[Chorus]