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The second verse delves deeper into this critique, arguing that judges and politicians have lost their moral compasses and actively work to profit off mass incarceration, and in turn, the oppression and enslavement of marginalized communities. The speaker identifies as an anarchist, with their writings being compared to the infamous Anarchist Cookbook, and they continue to challenge the current political and legal systems by urging those who have experienced police brutality and imprisonment to unite against law enforcement and administration. The first verse includes a reference to being a "fashion slave," suggesting that the fashion industry perpetuates corporate consumerism that spans to most aspects of modern life.
The lyrics to Run the Jewels' song "Close Your Eyes" are filled with political undertones and calls to action for Black unity against systemic oppression. The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, see
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Still pilin' fast, plus Afghani toe taggin'
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons Yes aggressively tested we'll bump stretchers and penaltiesĭump cases with face and the cop pleas when we seizing a pump Ripped like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melody I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin With clips in the bottom, we dippin' from Gotham We sick of bleedin' out a trace, spray a victim, you You playin', God your eye sockets, she gon' rip in two
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My battle status is burnin' mansions from Dallas to MalibuĬheck my résumé, your residence is residueĬall her a skin job and my honey dip'll backflip for you I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew It's De La on the cut, liftin' 6 on your stitchy crew (So strippin' kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em) Includin' members of clergy that rule on you through religion The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious Go mane and missin' my misses, they keepin' me from my childrenĬonditions create a villain, the villain is givin' vision My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visitin' Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prison I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances
Waitin' for their christenin', I know the neighbors can't help but listen inĪ dirty boy who come down on a side of dissonance I'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin' The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder I listened, tatted a sentence on my dick last summer Just spit it disgusting youngin', and hold your nuts while you're gunnin' Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run themĪ wise man once said, ("We all dead, fuck it") (Aye, we the type to beat the preacher with a grin and a gun) Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons I wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win I'm a flip wig synonym, livin' within distortion This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpses We out of order, your honor, you're out of order We killin' 'em for freedom cause they tortured us for boredomĪnd even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em The burnin' of the sulfur, God damn I love the smellīlankets and pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden?Īnd when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas? Where my thuggers and my cripples and my blooders and my brothers? How you like my stylin', bruh? Ain't nobody stylin', bruh'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker's Island, bruh (Look good, posing in a centerfold of Crook Book)īlack on black on black with a ski mask, that is my crook look Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, fuck the slow moįashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look bookĮverything I scribble's like The Anarchist Cookbook Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
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