Close Your Eyes (And Count To Fuck)

[Intro: Zack de la rocha]

Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them

Fuck the slow mo

[Killer mike (el-p)]

Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book

Everything I scribble's like an anarchist's cookbook

(Look good, posin' in the centerfold of crook book)

Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look

How you like my stylin' bruh? Ain't nobody smilin' bruh

'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like riker's island, bruh

Where my thuggers and my crippers and my blooders and my brothers?

When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas?

And take over a jail, give them cos hell

The burnin' of the sulfur, goddamn I love the smell

Now get to pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden?

And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him

We killin' them for freedom cause they tortured us for boredom

And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the lord'll sort 'em

[El-p (killer mike)]

We out a order, your honor, you're out a order

This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpses

I'm a clip wig synonym livin' within distortion

I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win

I'm a new yorkian, I'm fucked from the jump

I wear my yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch

Look at mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons

(And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun)

[Zack de la rocha]

Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast

Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them

[El-p (killer mike)]

A wise man once said, ("we all dead, fuck it")

Just spit it disgustin' youngin' and hold your nuts while you gunnin'

I listened, tatted the sentence on my dick last summer

Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder

I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey

The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money

I'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin', waitin' for the christenin'

I know the neighbors can't help but listen in

A dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance

I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances

Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prison

The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting

[Killer mike (el-p)]

My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits

Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my children

Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision

The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious

Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons

The forehead engravers and slavers of men and women

Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion

(He'll strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God will forgive 'em)

[Zack de la rocha]

It's de la on the cut,lifting six on your snitching crew

I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew

My battle status is burning mansions from dallas to malibu

Check my résumé, your residence is residue

Call her a skin job and my honey dip will backflip for you

You playin' God, your eye sockets she gon' rip into

We sick of bleeding now trey spray and victim you

Done dyin', phillip ak dick in you

With clips in the bottom, we dipping through gotham

Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin

I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony

Rip like rakim allah, feds be checkin' my melody

Yes aggressively testin' with bunk stretches and penalties

Dump cases when facing to cop pleas when we seizing the pump

With reason to dump on you global grand dragons

Still piling fast bucks, afghani toe taggin'

Know they trackin' me cause we bustin' back, see

The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories