Close Your Eyes (Live From SXSW / 2015)

[Intro: Zack De La Rocha] Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them Fuck the slow mo [Verse 1: Killer Mike (El-P)] Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book Everything I scribble's like an anarchist's cookbook (Look good, posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book) Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look How you like my stylin' bruh? Ain't nobody smilin' bruh 'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker's Island, bruh Where my thuggers and my crippers and my blooders and my brothers? When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas? Or take over a jail, give them COs hell The burnin' of the sulfur, goddamn I love the smell Now get to pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden? And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him We killin' them for freedom 'cause they tortured us for boredom And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord'll sort 'em [Verse 2: El-P (Killer Mike)] We're out of order, your honor, you're out of order This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpses I'm a flip wig synonym livin' within distortion I'll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win I'm a New Yorkian, I'm fucked from the jump I wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons (And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun Come on!) [Hook: Zack De La Rocha] Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them [Verse 3: El-P (Killer Mike)] A wise man once said, ("We all dead, fuck it") Just spit it disgustin' youngin' and hold your nuts while you gunnin' I listened, tatted the sentence on my dick last summer Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money I'm trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin' Waitin' for their christenin' I know the neighbors can't help but listen in A dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance I can't even relax without sirens off in the distances Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prison The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting [Verse 4: Killer Mike (El-P)] My solitary condition's preventin' conjugal visits Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my children Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion (So strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God'll forgive 'em) [Hook: Zack De La Rocha] Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them