Artist: Run the Jewels Album: Run the Jewels Song: 36" Chain Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Run the Jewels [Intro] R-R, Ru-Ru-Run, Run the- (Yeah) R-R, Ru-Ru-Run, Run the Jewels R-R, Ru-Ru-Run, Run the- (Yeah) R-R, Ru-Ru-Run, Run the Jewels [Killer Mike] Bitch we be that shit, that's right #2, boo-boo, straight caca I smoke ganja with a dreadlocked rasta Move like Frank you will die like a hassa Move like Jesus, die like a martyr Hell of a choice when you ridin a Lamonta Tryna get some hoes in a hot car "How far is we away, mayne?" Not far The greatness they claim - not are Are not; we are those juggernauts Me, El, we hail like a young Che Guevera and Fidel Castro Cash flow, car full of females Bad hoes, we in the D.R. Any fuck rapper boy gettin out of line I pray the preacher beat him to the goddamned E.R. (E.R., E.R., E.R....) I spit them country rap tunes like hee haw Cocaine flow, fishscale, no re-rock Take a snort for yourself shorty, see he raw {*sniffs*} See he raw! That's you shorty, go an' snort your nose off Then put the news in the streets, Tom Brokaw Cause of you shorty met a bad stone bitch out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn bitch straight got broke off Then she called homegirl from the BX Freaky little Rican brought X and we sexed Couple months later brought 'em down to Atlanta Let 'em style on the 'Bamas, that's right yeah we flex Heard she got a baby daddy and the nigga actin aggy Runnin round talkin 'bout yeah he plexed Nigga betta pray for a hoe like he Tebow though Cause right now he stay losing like the Jets [Chorus: El-P] And I walk around like I got a 36" chain... And I walk around like I got a 36" chain... [El-P] Bitch we be that shit, that's right Light a flare, put your thumbs in the air, high five I came for the stash box, gimme that I been waiting for this all my life 3 AM and I'm still not right Still awake, still away from fading, crazy Psilocybin, why the ride so hazy? Dribble this spit 'til the street gets wavy The bliss in pure shit magician, git to skippin Not too tall and dark and handsome man But I talk dark for ransoms man Spent grands on those zombies, folded origami, yes I bag the clams Anyone object to the styles get a smile and a backwards hand (...backwards hand ....backwards hand) Peep that felonious face in the place of an angel Bringin that buckshot back to the table Been a vet-eran, earth bound hellion Try to say grace get a face full of staples Woke up and the city air smelled like maple If you come straight from New York, you relate If you come straight from another place, stay too Me and Mike got the whole map held safe [Killer Mike] Be it NYC or the ATL From the ceilings of heaven to the gates of hell We murder death killed every stage we step Homicide times two, better warn yourself El [El-P] Anybody looking for some trouble better self-med We could Double Dutch in a minefield, hell gets just the right temperature, breakbeat minister Riverdance cleats on your face for the finisher ("Great")