Statik Selektah – Put Jewels On It (feat. Run The Jewels)

Put jewels on it
Who really run this?
Like who really run this?

Put jewels on it Who want it?
And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn’t exist
Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of klan nut

The holster they holding is empty
Make your self [?] take a shot [?]
[Sample: “Lie, Cheat, & Steal”]

And did a milli but I been this silly, really
Dead and done so that he delayed baby, wait baby
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, Statik
Talking jheri curl greasy, boy
Who want it? Put jewels on it
But you hid emotions, so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me

Fuckers wanna run it up, stunna runner up
Take that, I don’t argue, oh nigga
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go
I’m a mother-fucker, ask your baby mother, mother fucker music, boy
Give me a [?], like 2—woo—
We buffalo run ’em off cliff
And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called
And you motherfuckers really know that you’ve been really feel me
Hey, Statik
Put jewels on it
Get nervous in my old age [?] nobody
Banging on my adversaries
$100,000 bill, y’all, all laws get the deal
Put ’em up, runners run amok, gonna gun ’em up
[Intro: El-P]
The toaster that they imagine they venting
I don’t bow to Zod or no man, what
Who really run this?
What are [?]
[Verse 1: El-P]

This is not a drill, baby, Jamie is a thrill
Like 2AM
Look at Mikey, Jamie making milli like nobody know
Double down, dummies get a crown when I’m in the dust
I came up on some brain-blown-full-of-smoke, living-in-a-Terrordome, that-kid-born-to-kill-a-king-with-my-hand shit
Nigga with an attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy
Who want it?
Fuck your coulda shoulda woulda stooda stutter
What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up
Who really run this?
I only trust Jamie, I don’t trust nobody
Sun ’em up, what a run of luck, I’m a ton of fun
And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo’ body
Violence might be necessary
Who want it?
Who want it?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic

Who want it?
Suck it up, fold the fuckers guts ’til he double up
I’m a number 1, wake up with the sun, thinkin’ make a buck
I [beat] your girl, flapjack flat flapback black flow flipper flap flap
Mikey he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac