Killer Mike, Run The Jewels, El-P, Until The Ribbon Breaks - Job Well Done (feat. Until the Ribbon Breaks)

Killer Mike and El-P Fuck boys know the combination ain't healthy Tell me if you smell the Marijuana hanging off my breath Blowing smoke and I'm coughing like I'm damn near death If I died right now I would be so fresh to death They would have to say "That fat motherfucker coffin fresh God damn fat bastard, where that motherfucker's casket?" But naw baby you gon' get this here vertical Every word murderful Surgical, painful, purposeful And I take it left off you fuck list personal Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out It's like Tyson in the '80s, nigga snap and punch your lights out It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losing take a bite out I'm so motherfuckin' grimy So mutherfuckin' greedy, gritty Mama said she couldn't breast feed cause I was bitin' at the titty Beast So I think we've burned our bridges, but it's difficult to tell I've been walking through the ashes, saying "didn't we do well?" So I think we'll have to pay for this, but I'm not afraid of hell I've been walking through the ashes, saying "didn't we do well?" Killer Mike and El-P, fuck boys think about it Fuck you gonna sell me, you don't know a thing about us Women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle and sing about us Dolphins prone to rape'll hear the tape and start to think about it Monks won't immolate themselves until the record hits the shelves Yetis walk right out the woods to cop it without thinkin' bout it Workers at the sweatshop kill they boss to how the vets drop Worker ants surround their queen and chew the bitch's head off Drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park Priests take the cock out of their mouths to hum along when the drop At the least we are the most beef and broc on your fuckin' block The bass make a whale off of the coast scream "Ya'll gotta stop!" Used to be the new kid 'till I grew into that new shit Emperors that hear the tunes admit that they are nudists Move, we coming through 'em, we are ruthless Mama said I wouldn't leave the womb without a Yankee and some new kicks So I think we've burned our bridges, but it's difficult to tell I've been walking through the ashes, saying "didn't we do well?" So I think we'll have to pay for this, but I'm not afraid of hell I've been walking through the ashes, saying "didn't we do well?" Run the jewels