Run The Jewels — Early

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]

It be feelin’ like the life that I’m livin’ man, I don’t control

Like every day I’m in a fight for my soul

Could it be that my medicine’s the evidence

For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin’ round on patrol?

And ask “why you’re here?”

I just tell ‘em cause it is what it is

I live here and that’s what it is

He chimed “you got a dime?

I said “Man, I’m tryin’ to smoke and chill

Please don’t lock me up in front of my kids

And in front of my wife

Man, I ain’t got a gun or a knife

You do this and you ruin my life

And I apologize if it seems like I got out of line, sir

Cause I respect the badge and the gun

And I pray today ain’t the day that you drag me away

Right in front of my beautiful son”

And he still put my hands in cuffs, put me in the truck

When my woman screamed, said “shut up”

Witness with the camera phone on

Saw the copper pull a gun and

Put it on my gorgeous queen

As I peered out the window

I could see my other kinfolk and

Hear my little boy as he screamed

As he ran toward the copper begged him not to hurt his momma

Cause he had her face down on the ground

And I’d be much too weak to ever speak what I seen

But my life changed with that sound

[Hook: Boots]

Get out, get out, get out, get out

Feeling this, feeling this too early

Get out, get out, get out, get out

Feeling this way, feeling this way

Feeling this, feeling this too early

Feeling this, feeling this early

Early (x4)

[Verse 2: El-P]

It be feelin’ like the life that I’m living man, I don’t control

Cause every day I’m in a fight for my soul

All hands below, high seas in a rickety boat

Smoke o’s, so the kid might cope

You want cash or hope, no clash, matter fact get both

Go without get turnt to ghosts

You know that’s the law, deal done by the shake of claws

It ain’t a game if the shit don’t pause

And I find you odd, so convinced in the truth of y’all

That the true truth’s truly gone

And yes there’s a they, any time a man say there’s not

Then you know that he lost the plot, what can I say?

Truth’s truth when denied or not, like its true crews ride the cock

Fair enough, the way that the beat bump do sound tough

I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery

Woke up in the same air you huff, early

By twelve o’clock the whole Earth felt dirty

Street Lamps stare when you walk watch the birdie

They’ll watch you walk to the store they’re recording

But didn’t record cop when he shot, no warning

Heard it go pop, might have been two blocks

Heard a kid plus pops watched, cop make girl bleed

Go to home, go to sleep, up again, early



The Jon-dertaker.


Without context. Some of you may be able to grok, though.


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