Run The Jewels – Oh My Darling Don’t Cry lyrics

Oh my
Oh my

[Verse 1: El-P]

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that’s word to Pimp

Hold up (Oh my)

(You are now listening to Run the Jewels 2)

Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that’s word to Pimp

I don’t fuck with or talk like all these fuckin’ imps

Style violent, give a fuck if you deny it, kids

You can all run naked backwards through a field of dicks

Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit, that’s word to B.I.G

I dreamt we owned the world

But I’ve woken up and it don’t exist

Soak it in, I need no assist

You can’t slap my wrist, I don’t owe you shit

Trust me, I’m a Doctor DOOM, oper-

Rate of my pulse won’t raise a bit

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]

Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina

Ski mask, in a Pontiac Catalina

It’s obese female opera singer

You can run the jewels or lose your fingers

Me and El-P got time to kill

Got folks to kill, on overkill

He hangin’ out the window, I hold the wheel

One black, one white, we shoot to kill

That fuckboy life about to be repealed

That fuckboy shit about to be repelled

Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels

Allah Akbar, BOOM, from Mike and El

[Verse 3: El-P]

Life is hell, death’s a bitch

And these fubar rulers getting rich

I cop a zip, it opens up

I smoke it up, go home and fuck

C’est la vie girl, when in Rome

I gave the face, please pay with dome

My business card says, “You’re in luck

I do two things, I rap and fuck”

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]

I fuck and rap, I tote the strap

I smoke the kush, I beat the puss

I read the books, did the math

Don’t need a preacher preachin’ on my behalf

No teacher can teach my arrogant ass

I’m blowin’ on crippy while readin’ inscriptions

That’s written by Egyptians, and sippin’ on whiskey

(Hahahaha) Aye baby, you with me?


Oh my

Don’t cry

Oh my

Don’t cry

Oh my

Don’t cry

Oh my

Don’t cry

[Verse 5: El-P]

(Whip Crack!) We run this spot like a Chinese sweatshop

Don’t stop, work it, work it ’til chest pop; Cardiac arrested

I’m so invested, I’m self-invented

That’s no illusion, there’s no confusion

You see the future, you fear the future

I’ve seen the truth and I’m so deluded

I’ve! Been a better bad guy than I been, better than bad

Been a bit a bully talk, beating on my chest, in fact

I’m a half stack from a rack

I been around the block, babe, I know a few facts

Maniac, brainiac, run, go tell them that

ATLien, NY felon rap

[Verse 6: Killer Mike]

Handle me wrong I’m snappin’

Show up at your class, what’s happenin’?

Schoolyard bully with a fully automatic

Heart full of pain and a head full of havoc

Everybody stepped on the kid and I’m letting them have it, Havoc

Leaving they momma to say, “What happened!?”

Who gon’ buy my baby a casket? Fuck that bitch, I’m a bastard

[Verse 7: El-P]

Megablast, I’m mega lit

On Highway 6 and I’m not strapped in

I don’t crash, bitch, I just skid

You got the cash? I’ll make the trip

I make the trip, you better pay

Done worse for less, don’t make my day

I’m not from Earth, from far away

I bust through chests like baby greys

[Verse 8: Killer Mike]

Runnin’ the jewels of the game

Whippin’ the mix is like chickens of ‘caine

Spittin’ the sentence again, parents is livid again

Kids is just fuckin’ insane

Pointin’ that pistol and fist for the chain

Reppin’ the symbol like they in a gang

Delivery dope like a dosage of dope

Or a noseful of coke for a junkie or fiend


Oh my

Don’t cry

Oh my

Don’t cry

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