Killer Mike, Run The Jewels, El-P - Kill Your Masters

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 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, I 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 fuckin' fools have forgotten just who been foolin' 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 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 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 This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings Boots on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin' Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper Born in the beast and fixin' feast tearin' its features The world surges, the nation's nervous The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us We ain't at your service, won't stay sedated Won't state our numbers for names and remain faceless We dignified, they can't erase us We ain't asleep, we rope a dope through the flames Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name Run 'em 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