[Intro: El-P]
Ay, Statik (Statik Selektah)
Meet me at Max Fish, man (RTJ)
Like 2 (Woo) 2 A.M. (RTJ)
Ay (RTJ)

[Verse 1: El-P]
I came up on some "brain blown, full of smoke, livin' in a Terrordome
Bad kid, born to kill a king with my hand" shit
Put ’em up, runners run amok, come to gun ’em up
Son ’em up, what a run of luck, I’m a ton of fun
Fuckers wanna run it up, stun a runner up
I’m a number one, wake up with the sun, thinkin’ make a buck
What a clutch, every buck he touch getting crumpled up
Suck it up, fold a fucker's gut ’til he double up
Double down, dummies get a crown when I’m in the dust
Dead and done, tell that he delayed baby, wait baity
This is not a drill, plainly, Jaime is a thrill
Hundred thousand dollar bill y’all, Allah get the deal
What a odd duck, I don’t bow to Zod or no man, what
Roll me like you POTUS in an ocean made of Klan nut
And Mikey, most of these soldiers are simply so-called
The holster they holding is empty
The toaster that they imagine they venting
And putting holes in their enemies simply doesn't exist
We buffalo run 'em off cliff
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Ay, look at Mikey flow, look at Mikey go
Look at Mikey, Jaime making milli and nobody know
Mikey, he went maniac like Wayne when he went Wayne-iac
And did "A Milli" but I been this silly, really
And you motherfuckers really know that you been really feel me
But you hid emotions so I know you fuckers really fear me, fear me
Fuck your coulda, shoulda, woulda, still'll stutter
I’m a motherfucker, ask your baby mother, motherfucker
Nisey boy talking Jheri curl greasy, boy
N***a with a attitude, Westside Atlanta, young Eazy, boy
Beat your girl flapjack flat fat, black flow flipper
Flip flap, take that, I don't argue, hoe n***a
Get nervous in my old age bar nobody
Make your self known or take a shot to a body
I only trust Jaime, I don’t trust nobody
And if you fuck with him, bullet holes in yo’ body

[Outro]
Like who really run this?
Who-who really run that man that say he run this?
Banging on my adversaries
Like who really run this?
Who-who really run that man that say he run this?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me, automatic
Like who really run this?
Who-who really run that man that say he run this?
Violence might be necessary
Who really run this?
Who-who really run that man that say he run this?
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me (Statik)
Move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
Who, who, who want it?
Move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
Who, who, who want it?
Put Jewels on it
Put Jewels on it