[Spoken Intro: Malice, Pusha T & Yoo Q!]
Oh, got it, got it, haha, got it
Oh yeah
Tiny Desk, what's up, what's up?
Tiny Desk (What's up, y'all?)
Welcome to the Clipse, Tiny Desk
Um, this our first time- first time up here
We did not know it looked like this, y'all (Haha)
To be honest, like f'real
We got Daru on the drums
Darryl on the keys, Briley on the keys
We 'bout to get into this new album, "Let God Sort Em Out," out now
Let's get into it
[Chorus: Pusha T, Clipse]
Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick
All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips
Yeah, yеah
[Verse 1: Pusha T & Yoo Q!]
You run from the spirit of repossession
Too much еnamel covers your necklace
I buy bitches, you buy 'em sections
You buy watches, I buy collections
Misery's fuelin' your regression
Jealousy's turned into obsession
Reality TV is mud wrestlin'
Some signed checks, I know better than
Beware of my name, that there is delicate
You know I know where you're delicate
Crush you to pieces, I'll hum a breath of it
I will close your Heaven for the hell of it
You'd think it'd be valor amongst veterans
I'm watchin' your fame escape relevance
We all in the room, but here's the elephant
You chasin' a feature out of your element (On)
And those lab diamonds under inspection
Those question marks block your blessings
There's no tombstones in the desert
I know by now you get the message
[Chorus: Pusha T & Clipse]
Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick
All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips
[Verse 2: Malice, Clipse & Pusha T]
It don't take much to put two and two
Your lucky streak is now losin' you
Money's dried up like a cuticle
You're gaspin' for air now, it's beautiful
John 10:10, that's my usual
Mamas is fallin' out in funerals
Embalmed and bloat, they now viewin' you
They never find the guns, but the sewers do
Bubbles was sick, he need medicine
Brought him back to life, now he dead again
Richard don't make watches for presidents
Just a million trapped between skeletons
This the darkest that I ever been
The diamonds make you taste peppermint
You ain't thrive in the snow like it's The Revenant
And sent orders back down and keep shovelin', yeah!
[Chorus: Pusha T, Clipse, Clispe & Yoo Q!]
Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick
All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
Beat the system with chains and whips
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Oh yeah, when things get dark and your number get called
And you look side to side like, "What did they say?"
And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize
That the devil is talkin' to you
