Artist: Run the Jewels
Album:  RTJ2
Song:   Lie, Cheat, Steal
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Run the Jewels

[El-P]
Smoke from the loosie drift, hold it like a crucifix
Blow from the nose, I'm a dragon to a gnome  
Got a average of bein excellent, the median just dope
Like the ratio of herion to laxative that's sold  
Authorities have spoken, demanded our pure devotion
Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in  
I chose to go guano, y'all know - kinda batshit
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me automatic
I'll tea bag a piranha tank, heart barely beatin
A wild one, who'll swim like directly after he's eaten
while holding a toaster over that's plugged with a fork in it  
Cause death by electrocution's like life in New York, ih'n't it?  
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it, pains the way that my craft expresses
Born in a +Little Shop of Horrors+ that I can't even afford to rent in, where's the exit?
Wanna talk shop, I can chop it up with exacto touch, what's the rush?  
Autograph skin flaps, tag 'em up, I don't brag enough, you defacto suck (HEY!)
A lotta you new to the El-Producto milieu, kinda like ("Fuck is you?!")
I'm a little black spot on a sun a lies but I'm not too high to say I'm the truth
I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman, nathan sacred I'll mace a play pen  
Jewel runner, bitch~! Make the name stick, not for sale but I'm takin payments

[Chorus]
Lie, cheat, steal, kill
Win, win - (everybody doin it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill
Win, win - (everybody doin it)

[Killer Mike]
I'm fly as a Pegasus that's no embellishment
I'm here to pain the whole game, where the Excederin?
Good pussy, good marijuana, that be my medicine  
And I'm a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen  
A revolutionary bangin on my adversaries  
And I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary  
cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary
You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery 
We overworked, underpaid and we underprivileged
They love us, they love us (why?) Because we feed the village  
You really made it or just become a prisoner of privilege?  
You willing to share that information that you've been given?  
Like who really run this? Like who really run that man  that say he run this?
Who-who really run that man that say he run this, r-r-run, run this?  
Like WHO really fund this? Like WHO really fund who say he fund this?  
Like who in the world gon' tell Donald Sterl' who to put on the "You Can't Come" list?
Now don't be silly, who the fuck gon' bully me if I got a billy?
If I got a billy and the bitch recording me I'm like, "Who cares?"
What I wouldn't be is on TV stutterin, ta-ta-talkin scared  
So the question is when Don's at home with that traitor-ass bitch alone
Who's that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the THRONE? - Gone

[Chorus]