Artist: Run the Jewels f/ Zack De La Rocha
Album:  Run the Jewels 3
Song:   Kill Your Masters
Typed by: Cedmaster3K, kirenamloh@msn.com

[Killer Mike]
Mere mortals, the gods comin' so miss me with the whoopty-whoop
You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you
I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth
I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'
Life'll get so bad, it feel like God mad at you
But that's a feelin' baby, ever lose I refuse
I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views
I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news
Garvey mind, Tyson punch, this is bad news
So feel me, follow me, Devil done got on top of me
Bad times got a monopoly, give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly, owner killed by his property

[El-P]
This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio
War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go
And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves you know
Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow
It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you
They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop
And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do
These fuckin' fools have forgotten just who been foolin' who

[Chorus 4X: Killer Mike] 
Kill your, kill-, kill your, kill your, kill-, kill your
Kill-, kill-, kill your, kill-, kill your masters

[Zack De La Rocha]
Killer children of men on the throne rove with no atonement
Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowin through a future frozen
The flow's a burning wind, blowin to your coast and
Now in cages cause we rode the waves of your explosions!
Done appealin to our killers, man, to stop the bleedin (Done appealin!)
This song's a dirty bomb, for they dirty dealings
Boots on the roof, I'm Charlie Mingus dumping through the ceiling
+Master P-in+ on these lost Europeans thievin
Shit be grim and, De La born a reaper
Born in the beast and fixin to feast and tearin its features
The world surges, the nation's nervous
The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us, we ain't at your service
Won't stay sedated, won't state our numbers for names and
Remaining faceless, we dignified, they can't erase us
We ain't asleep, we rope-a-dope through the flames
Man, the WORLD gonna ride on what's implied in the name
RUN 'EM~!

[Chorus]