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[Verse 1: El-P & Killer Mike] Penny ante your bets up, any sanity left? (Nah) Any chance for humanity's landing on who's the next up Hope we handed 'em ammo enough to work from the neck up Those who handling damage control don't wish us the best luck I'm a living in smoke type Floating with a grin over the moat type Harry Allen on you bitch, I believe no hype Closer to the edge than even we want to admit If this don't go right, then assholes like myself are proven so right All I got is this rap shit, all I want is a castle And to move like a man with a minimum of harassment The company of women with opinions and fat asses That's my list of demands, you don't answer them, get the Gatling [Verse 2: Killer Mike] I'm stuck in a time capsule when rap was actually factual Meaning shit you spit might cause killers to come and clap at you Stupid, goofy, stooly, the gooch in Gucci will slap you And that go for the cop-kissing cats that's in the back of you They all sweet as Little Richard, damn, good God al-Molly It make a nigga like me go "Woo!" and rob the party I exit stepping with my weapon with the Jefferson walk If you expressing any objections, you can get left in chalk So my suggestion's let a G be, forgive my transgressions Or I'mma be in Catholic confessions, professing depression I'm chin checking, chill stressing, on your button I'm pressing Mike'll fuck a rapper's life up like Mo'Nique did to Precious [Chorus] You know I... Get it [Verse 3: El-P] My name is Jaime Meline I'm not chasing the green, I'm taking it Bosses don't change a thing in the name of seemingly making it Servants'll kiss the ring of whoever they think is paying 'em You don't deserve the spit that they Hurdled up in your face and shit [Verse 4: Killer Mike] My name is Michael Render And we are the new Avengers We're here to tell you all your false idols are just pretenders They're corporation slaves indentured to all the lenders So even if you got seven figures, you still a nigga [Verse 5: El-P & Killer Mike] Some men aren't meant for the light To be shined on their shitty talking Ya'll better off trying to hide like the yay in a little pocket We overly fucking awesome They watch and adopt our concepts They squawk at the Run the Jewels squad We skin 'em then cop a coffin [Chorus] You know I... Get it