Run The Jewels - Oh My Darling Don't Cry

[El-P:]
Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp,
I don't fuck with or talk like all these fuckin' imps,
Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids,
You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks.
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit, that's word to B.I.G.,
I dreamt we owned the world, but I've woken up and it don't exist,
Soak it in, I need no assist, you can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you shit.
Trust me, I'm a Doctor
DOOM oper
Rate of my pulse, won't raise a bit.

[Killer Mike:]
Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina,
Ski mask, in a Pontiac Catalina
It's obese, female opera singer,
You can run the jewels or lose your fingers.
Me and El-P got time to kill,
Got folks to kill,
On overkill,
He hangin out the window, I hold the wheel,
One black,
One white, we shoot to kill.
That fuckboy life bout to be repealed,
This fuckboy shit about to be repelled, fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels,
Allah Akbar, boom, from Mike and El.

[El-P:]
Life is hell,
Death's a bitch, and these fubar rulers getting rich,
I cop a zip,
It opens up, I smoke it up, go home and fuck,
So c'est la vie, girl,
When in Rome, I gave the face, please, pay with dome,
My business card says, "You're in luck,
I do 2 things, I rap and fuck".

[Killer Mike:]
I fuck and rap,
I tote the strap,
I smoke the kush,
I beat the puss,
I read the books,
Did the math,
Don't need a preacher preachin on my behalf,
No teacher can teach my arrogant ass,
I'm blowin on crippy while readin inscriptions that's written by Egyptians and sippin on whiskey,
Ay, baby, you with me?

[Hook:]
Oh my,
Don't cry!
Oh my,
Don't cry!
Oh my,
Don't cry!
Oh my,
Don't cry!

[El-P:]
We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop,
Don't stop,
Work it, work it till chest pop –
Cardiac arrested; I'm so invested, I'm self-invented, that no illusion, there's no confusion, you see the future, you fear the future,
I've seen the truth and I'm so deluded, I
Been a better bad guy than I been, better than bad,
Been a bit a bully talk, beating on my chest, in fact
I'm a
Half stack from a rack,
I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts.
Maniac, brainiac, run, go tell em that,
AT-alien,
NY felon rap.

[Killer Mike:]
Handle me wrong I'm snappin,
Show up at your class, what's happenin?
Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic,
Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc,
Everybody stepped on the kid and I'm lettin em have it.
Havoc,
Leavin they momma to say, "What happened?!
Who gon buy my baby a casket?”
Fuck that bitch, I'm a bastard!

[El-P:]
Megablast, I'm mega lit,
On Highway 6 and I'm not strapped in,
I don't crash, bitch, I just skid,
You got the cash? I'll make the trip.
I make the trip, you better pay, done worse for less, don't make my day,
I'm not from Earth, from far away,
I bust through chests like baby greys.

[Killer Mike:]
Runnin the jewels of the game,
Whippin the mix is like chickens of caine,
Spittin the sentence again,
Parents are livin again,
Kids are just fuckin insane,
Pointin that pistol and fist for the chain,
Reppin the symbol like they in a gang,
Delivery dope like a dosage of dope or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend.