Banana Clipper

[Verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P]

Ayy, ayy

I move with the elegance of an African elephant

I presented the evidence, eloquent as the President

Evident, it's with emphasis, I deserve me a championship

But before I banana clip, I'ma chill so my man can rip

Little man against Hellion with the heart of a orphan

I got the words of a murderer and a eye for distortion

You take a slice of my portion, I'll take a piece of your profit

I drive at illegal speeds and keep an OZ in my pocket

We run the jewels in your town, a quarter pound on my person

I'm known for pounding the stage, I'm talking burning and cursing

Producer gave me a beat, said it's the beat of the year

I said "El-P didn't do it, so get the fuck outta here!"

You wanna hang? Bring your throat, I got stools and a rope

I'm a slang pope, haranguing the land with a man's flow

A new addition to the art of the old code

That's fully retarded and put a part in your bold dome (Ay, El)

Ay, we the villains, we antagonist bad guys

Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyes

It's time for Skywalker talkers meet the true Darth Vader

I hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her

So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect

Before I Melvin on you, Jody, put my arm on your neck

Or worse yet, be the reason your girl want a divorce

Be at her crib with your kids saying "Fuck your fort, lil' nigga!"

[Verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike]

The style is radiation leak at Mile Island

Also known as Chernobyl talk, listen for the sirens

For the green, I'm a hoarder, you're the poor distorter, sorta

Morbid, sonnin' these fuckin' whore dumb explorers, we're bored

'Nough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sure

You suck a good dick for the fame and couldn't resist getting played

I fuck like I'm headed to war, I'm really not playing no games

But tag me, goddamn it, I'll kill the carrier mentions my name

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat

I'm merciless, I'll torture MCs, tie up both of they feet

If they refuse to run the jewels, we beat the bottoms of feet

I'm talking grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth

Hey, me and Jaime killed the competition, top of the heap

Is where we stayin' when they corpses resting under our feet

I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter

Told her she raised a bunch o' fuckboys, next time do better, bitch (Run The Jewels)

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta; future of the city

Daddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn

'Cause can't nan' new nigga get with me

Now it's true, niggas are simply simple-minded, simple Simons

Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designin'

But what I be rhyming? No payola is required

My bank account obese as fuck while yours sits on a diet

Nigga, your lease is up, you're fired; quiet, that's how the boss talk

Retain ownership on everything, every car bought

And paid for, no neighbors 'cause I'm sitting on acres

Went to Vegas, jumped the broom

'Cause I wasn't trippin' on papers

Or no prenuptual agreement for mama

If we broke up and she took half, I'd still be sitting on commas

Eight figures, nigga