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Oh Mama letraRun the Jewels Oh Mama letra |
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(Killer Mike (El-P):) |
Gun in the holster be |
Right in the upholstery |
Somewhere right close to me |
Just in case the rollers be |
Rolling on the G |
My woman keep it in the hosiery |
I'm known in my town |
In those strips where high-rollers be |
I'm up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be |
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me |
(Fuck with us |
You fu*kwith the truth, we speak openly) |
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though |
Cause there ain't no hoe in me |
(El-P (Killer Mike):) |
"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak |
I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery |
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries |
I lust after greatness, I'm aiming right at its ovaries |
Better run from the future palooka (haul off) |
You acting like it's safe when the revolution's been (called off) |
There's liars on the loose, if we listen to you we're (all lost) |
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft) |
(El-P:) |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
She said, "I'm crying on you" |
She said, "I waited up for you all night" |
I said, "I'm trying mama" |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
She said, "I'm crying on you" |
She said, "I waited up for you all night" |
I said, "I'm trying mama" |
(Killer Mike:) |
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate |
Swear to God, shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate |
God gift to man, how the fu*kthey try to legislate |
Mom's, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate |
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break" |
She said, "Don't curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn) |
(El-P:) |
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay |
You running out of ways to go fu*kyourself, I will innovate |
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate |
Every sickening sentence'll cheapen the tricks you venerate |
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate |
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate |
(El-P (Killer Mike):) |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
She said, "I'm crying on you" |
She said, "I waited up for you all night" |
I said, "I'm trying mama" |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
She said, "I'm crying on you" |
She said, "I waited up for you all night" |
I said, "I'm trying mama" |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
(They want us dying, mama) |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
(But I ain't crying, mama) |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
(You raised a lion mama |
Now you lying, mama) |
My mama said that I'm not living right |
I said, "I'm trying mama" |
(I'm crying on you, crying on you) |
I said, "I'm trying mama" |