Testo Rubble kings theme (dynamite) Run The Jewels

Rubble kings theme (dynamite)

I've seen Ak-47s
I've seen sawed off shotguns
I've seen all of this, all of this
I've seen DYNAMITE on the streets!

Surrounded by violence and murder
Say, we in the streets and we grippin' on heat
You got beef, then we fryin' your burger
My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls
Is all I got, fuck with a murda
Will happen to you, I am certain
I'm certain as hell and I'm grippin' the tail Satan himself: the serpent
We pullin' in no social service
We go in the store, they look nervous
So down me to hell, damn me to jail, like fuck you, we robbin' the merchants
The preachers sound silly in service convincing my mama that all of the drama
It's how will serve out your purpose
How fightin' could turn into curses
When I tell 'em anybody make it plenty ain't worth it or worth shit
Man, I believe in my patches, man I believe in my vest
Man, I believe in bandanas and pistols and holdin' and rockin' my set
Born on to the term trouble, I became King of the Rubble

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets!
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets!

Everythin' out here is broken, a blemish and battered, and tat of a mind
You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the centered divine
I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am the vibe
You are done walkin' inside of the section your treadin', that was a line
Cement block, hard rock, it don't stop, get it, get it
Your whole block's soft, it comes off like skidish bitches
We're wolves, get a bitter finish
Not full, gotta get it in, get it? Get us dinner
Violators tryna finish any little symptom, we will sentence sinners
It all stinks, but where we live is where the set's sinkin'
They say sorry ain't accepted, same old song that is subjective
Sorry sirs, but we don't sing along to anthems or your pledges
In your garbage roam the rulers of the restless, do not test us!

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets!
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy
Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy-dynamite on the streets!