Westside Gunn, Run The Jewels, Stove God Cooks - Switches On Everything (feat. Run The Jewels & Stove God Cooks)

Before he was in the breeze, dad smoked and tinkled the keys Then dashed to Florida keys to ski, do snow as he pleased And me and my two sisters made three, NYC Where the suffocatin' of dreams lurk behind the steel beams On the Bowery, fiends cowering, tourists love not to see On the train we felt free, snake below controlled streets By the time I hit the leak, been out my teens for like a week By the time I hit a lick It couldn't change me in the least See, I can only see the cash flow as the briefest of reprieves So my heart is not for sale, the feti vanish, c'est la vie Gunn said, "He hang with dealers", but he fuck with that RT J, I told him, "I do drugs and bump Griselda with my fleet" Spray these crumbs with dirty pen work, put the snub to every beat Every clause is non-compete, it is the law, you eat my cleats I don't haggle with you sentient meats, I keep it brief Give a fuck if I get flowers, I'm still layin' down these wreaths (Grrrt) ayo, switches on everything I don't leave the house unless there's switches on everything, whoa (grrrt) Ayo, switches on everything I don't leave the house unless there's switches on everything (grrrt) Allow me to make a confession ('fession) I have not learnt all my lesson I'm still rollin' and blowin' and smokin' on dope While I'm grippin' my weapon I used to hide dope in the ceiling Sometimes I be missin' the feelin' Of goin' back and forth between books and the crooks Ooh, I felt like a chameleon ('meleon) I made typical mythical I performed miracles, whimsical And I get paid for gracin' the stage Shit talkin', grabbin' my genitals I keep it pimpin' on principle My ego stay on invincible ('vincible) If yo' bitch a bitch and treat you like a bitch Both of you bitches identical (bitch) Piccolo, piccolo, piccolo Look at this nigga-ish negro Both of my charm a key or mo' The next one, it gotta be bigger though I was so slick with the give and go I never got caught with the pitchin' snow I'd like to thank Elohim For lettin' my revenue stream For lettin' me triple my beam I took and he let me receive ('ceive) Basic instructions before leaving Earth And the chapters I mastered was cream Jewel runner runnin' with Gunn All of us run with our guns Hands in the air, now keep 'em up there And everyone run all their funds (run) (Grrrt) ayo, switches on everything I don't leave the house unless there's switches on everything, whoa (grrrt) Ayo, switches on everything I don't leave the house unless there's switches on everything (grrrt) Told the plug from now on when you stampin' my bricks Make sure it's the image of God and let me be clear The image of God is the image of me and my niggas The Last Supper is me at the table with 12 water whippers (all my niggas cook) Stove Jesus, in the sky cookin' yayo in the big dipper I'm the same nigga from the shop steps, just a bit richer 'Cause I seen the big picture (I did) I seen the money triple (we did) I seen the fed pick-ups (woo) I seen them snatch his soul then lift his mask then take a picture (brrt, brrt, bap-pap-pap) They do it all in front of the net like they turn the block boys (you niggas crazy) Wanted the whole hood to be rich, we really had block goals We really prayed for a brick, we really had blocked goals 20 later, we on a million, I think I'm Wallo I think I'm killin' 'em softly, I got a hill of money like Lauryn Cocaine feathers on my wing, soarin', I had to beat the sun, cook up early I turned the heat on, put 33 in, it was Alonzo Mourning (woo) You gotta be born in, we drove the foreign in (we drove the, uh) Joey come when the day start but I pull up like 4 a.m Like, what you got? What you want? I had a pot and a fork Last shit I cooked would've got five Pyrexes in the source