Chains & Whips (Live at NPR's Tiny Desk)

[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