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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Vocals
Cutty Ranks
Vocals
Z-Kicks
Vocals
Theron "Uptown AP" Thomas
Background Vocals
Trackstar The DJ
Scratches
EL-P
Vocals
Kaushlesh Purohit
Tabla
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Sitek
Composer
Torbitt Schwartz
Composer
Jordan Asher Cruz
Composer
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Lyrics
Philip A. Thomas
Composer
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Kelly
Recording Engineer
Nick Hook
Recording Engineer
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Dave Sitek
Producer
Little Shalimar
Additional Producer
Kevin Frias
Recording Engineer
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Additional Producer
EL-P
Producer
Taylor Jackson
Recording Engineer
boots
Producer
Lyrics
All them a-talk, them beat back them words
All them a-talk, them beat back them words
All them a-talk, them beat back them words
All, all, ah, all, all, ah
All them a-talk, them beat back them words
All them a-talk, them beat back them words (yeah)
All them a-talk, them beat back them words (yeah)
All, all, all, all
The law defier, the non-complier, the death defier
The Mike Myers, m- rapper for hire
Do-er of drive byers, the back back clack clack
Let it loose m-, all witnesses and survivors
That's a job completer, dependable contractor
The "backhand wack rap" slapper
Mr. Leather Bomber Taker, catch ya getting off the escalator
Run the Jewels smooth and don't trigger the undertaker
Ayy, as a teen lackin', I woulda ran me a supreme racket
I woulda took these lames' Supreme jackets
Until you rob a hype beast, you ain't seen sadness
"Clockwork Orange" madness, left the scene laughin'
Ayy, we forever-ever, Jaimito y Michael the Render
The pyrotechnicrats, the ol' razzle dazzlers
The magic bean imbibers (yes)
The green giant of the rhyme contrivers (yes)
Supreme violence of the time describers (yes)
I'm the decider, you evil eyers
A pile driver provider for liars, the sleep depriver
The nick of time mercy kill denier in prime
I'll kill the mood of a Buddhist MacGyver
I'll slap a yapper from the acne to the tooth bone fiber, I'm liver
Thought crime designer criminal minder
And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up
Think I got a case of the Mondays, on (fire!)
Ayo, one for mayhem, two for mischief
Now aim for the drones in your zoning district
Hindenburg 'em, get 'em, burn 'em
Can't give the ghost up, no resistance
Pass that sh-, Mike, I have to insist it
Reality sucks d-, how's that for wisdom?
I'll lick a toad's back like, "mmm, delicious"
Time elves wave to me off in the distance (hello?)
Hey lil' guy, I'm just walkin' through
From another timeline where monsters eat truth
Physicists say the dough I get's proof
The multiverse lives, I'm supposed to just lose
The glass bottom tank I drive is all fueled
Gotta try to stay cool, honey bunny, don't move
F- sh- glows in the hearts of the brutes
You hate Run The Jewels, you don't love the troops
You miss the point tryna act like sh-'s cool
Don't f- tell doom your number's not due
Every other g- year I'm brand new
It's been 20 plus years, you think that's a clue
Maybe this guy kinda kills what he do?
He's prolly that dude, he's left enough proof
Plenty of these goofs disappeared, poof
I'm still the next big thing, gotta hurt, oof, I got
More fire!
More fire! (li-li-li-lights, lights!)
More fire!
More fire! (li-li-li-lights!)
I got extra payback, allow me to state that
All that forth back, we don't play that
You want beef, bruh, you just state that
And we steak that, fry and bake that
One time in the big ol' south
Lived a lil' chubby kid with a big ol' mouth
Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts
Now the same lil' boy in a big ol' house
Look at him now in the big ol' cars
And the same folk hated pay big homage
One minute let me be candid
Used to stand by the garbage can hand to handin'
That dumb trap sh-, no proper planning
Seen ignorant sh- like geekers dancing
And rappers rap about it like it's so romantic
But I still can't seem to escape the panic
PTSD, streets did the damage
Kept me in hammock, laid back with c-
Get me f- up, it be's calamity
I'ma come through and leave some damages
G- somebody call amberlamps
Or ambulances out of chances
F- that weak sh-, you be bantering
You're a common cold and my flows are cancerous
(I got)
More fire!
More fire! (li-li-li-lights, lights!)
More fire!
More fire! (li-li-li-lights!)
(I got)
Writer(s): Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, David Andrew Sitek, Wilder Zoby Schwartz, Jaime Meline, Boots, Michael Santigo Render, Philip Alan Thomas
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