A Report to the Shareholders / Kill Your Masters (向股东报告 / 杀死你的主人) (Explicit) - Run The Jewels Beware of horses I mean a horse is a horse of course but who rides is important Sitting high with a uniform barking orders demanding order And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on I got a way with this they might drag me away for this Put me in a cage for this I might pay for this I just say what I want like I'm made for this But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong Maybe that's why me and mike get along Hey not from the same part of town But we both hear the same sound coming Woo And it sounds like war Woo And it breaks our hearts When I started this band didn't have no plans didn't see no arc Just run with the craft have a couple laughs Make a buck and dash yeah Get a little dap like yeah I'm the f**king man yeah Maybe give a little back like here I do what I can It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin' Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons You talk clean and bomb hospitals So I speak with the foulest mouth possible And I drink like a vulcan losing all faith in the logical I will not be confused for docile I'm free motherf**kers I'm hostile Choose the lesser of the evil people and the devil still gon' win It could all be over tomorrow kill our masters and start again But we know we all afraid so we just simply cry and march again At the dem conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in As I rap this verse right now got tears flowing down my chocolate skin Told the truth and I've been punished for it Must be a masochist 'cause I done it again Ooh mike said uterus they acting like mike said you a b**ch To every writer who wrote it misquoted it Mike says you a b**ch you a b**ch you a b**ch Add a ni**a for that black writer that started that sewer sh*t I maneuver through manure like a slumdog millionaire El p told me f**k them devils mike we gon' be millionaires I respond with a heavy yeah Big bro says f**k that toughen up Stay ready write raw raps sh*t rugged rough The devil don't sleep us either EL spits fire I spit ether We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars Coming soon on a new world tour Probably play the score for the world war At the apocalypse play the encore Turn around see EL and I smile Hell coming and we got about a mile Until it's over I remain hostile Mere mortals the gods coming so miss me with the whoopty whoop You take the devil for god look how he doin' you I'm jack Johnson I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth I'm tiger flowers with a higher power hallelu' Life'll get so bad it feel like god mad at you But that's a feeling baby ever lose I refuse I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views I heard the revolution coming you should spread the news Garvey mind Tyson punch this is bad news So feel me follow me Devil done got on top of me Bad times got a monopoly Give up I did the opposite Pitch perfect did it properly Owner killed by his property This life'll stress you like orson welles on the radio War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go And these invaders from earth're twerkin' on graves you know Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula hoop And it's a loop they talk to you just like their rulers do These f**king fools have forgotten just who been fooling who Kill your kill kill your kill your kill Kill your kill kill kill your kill Kill your masters Kill your kill kill your kill your kill Kill your kill kill kill your kill Kill your masters Kill your kill kill your kill your kill Kill your kill kill kill your kill Kill your masters Kill your kill kill your kill your kill Kill your kill kill kill your kill Kill your masters Killer children of men on the throne roving with no atonement Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen But the flow is a burning wind blowing to your coast and Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions Done appealing to our killers man to stop the bleeding