Artist: Run The Jewels f/ Joi
Album:  Run The Jewels 3
Song:   Down
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Cedmaster3K

[Killer Mike]
I hope (I hope), I hope with the highest of hopes
that I never have to go back to the trap and my days of dealing with dope
So I (ah-I), I only spit fire and dope
So later on you can go quote, my lines to your people and folk
And they say, "Damn~! That boy be spittin that pressure (pressure)
 and he be smokin that pressure (pressure), and he smart as a professor (yessir)"
+25 Lighters+ on dresser, pound of that pressure, sitting right next to (next to)
Next to a book and a gun - ballot or bullet, you better use one
One time for the freedom of speech (speech)
Two times for the right to hold heaters (heaters)
Just skip to the fifth if the cops in the house
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus (Jesus)
Ask why cause the devil a lie (lie), so I stay holy and high (high)
May never get rich but I never bitch cause I made it here by and by

[Chorus: Killer Mike + Joi]
My my y'all, I coulda died y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize y'all
I know a few people prayed for my demise y'all
But like cream I had to rise, I had to rise y'all
Who am I y'all, I coulda died y'all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize y'all
I know a couple people prayed for my demise y'all
But even birds with broken wings wanna fly y'all

[El-P]
RTJ!
You're gonna need a bigger boat boys, you're in trouble
Ay! Gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double
Ay! You muckin' with a G here, see, talk to me
Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy
Pop the tape in baby, we got shit we wrote for you (for you!)
Came from feelin' what a pure absence of hope can do
Only to leap through flamin'rings and break the nose of crews
Still in their wings'll be them darlings, hope they've broken you
Yeah, they better hope that, I'm a full force and a cold fact
See the cold floor where I licked dirt when the dough dried and the pride died
Had a dumb max, had to shop right, gimme two meals and the lights on
I'ma do right, get a new crew; make a new life, never boo hoo
Never lose sight, I'm a voodoo with a burst heart from a old soul
Better stop, drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot
We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot, I'm high man, I'm a cosmonaut
Scream, "Fuck 'em" 'til they lop our bloody noggins off, I promise y'all

[Chorus]

[Outro: El-P]
RTJ!
RTJ!
RTJ!
RTJ!