Artist: Run the Jewels f/ Travis Barker
Album:  RTJ2
Song:   All Due Respect
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Run the Jewels

[Killer Mike]
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
gettin double penetrated in a dope spot
by two hard pipe-hittin niggaz
on the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac
I'll beat you to a +Pulp+ no +Fiction+
Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent infants  
On some "Ah-hah~! Look what I did!" shit
And if I get stopped by a crooked-ass cop
I'ma put a bullet in a pig, and Rin Tin Tin
Ah-hah-hah~! Look what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again  
Sayin don't be a fool, never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
the teachers say ain't shit and in the need of discipline  
We the goddamn reason for Ritalin
In the back of the class, twitchin and fidgetin
Dead wrong, we never got along
We laughed at the kids that was active participants  
Bad boy walk right past church
with the work in a bag and a Bible of Gideon  
Got suspended for bullyin a bully  
When I go back to class, I'ma punch him in his shit again!
(...punch him in the shit again!
 ...punch him in the shit again
 ...punch him in the shit again...)

[Chorus]
"CAUSE YOU GET - NO, NO, NO, NO, NO RESPECT!"
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!"

[El-P]
I don't flirt with greatness, I wifed it in Vegas
The shit's all payed for, I signed the papers
Used to date but then I made her my main bitch  
Bought us a place on a lake with some acrerage
And Mike's my neighbor, straight from Greatville  
Any invader get slayed and stay killed  
On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up
Call when the fam get payed a great thrill  
I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off
You drive a rape van, mullet Ray Bans  
We do vicious, you do witness  
You don't clap shit, youse a cricket
Run the J's, we don't run so much
it's all fun and games to 'til my J's get scuffed  
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch  
Close the blinds, they got drones and mines
We so close to the lie, I can almost die  
I got no goals left but to save my mind  
They got mo' holes dug in the earth - oh my!  
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater  
Drinker, fired by the company - +Friday+
Late on the car note, tryna do taxes  
This my house, it's high or the highway
(...high or the highway...
 ...high or the highway...
 ...high or the highway...)

[Chorus]

[El-P]
I'm a thrill killer, I will test you
Just like daddy fuckin left you  
It's all your fault, mommy's lonely
You're a burden, she needs rescue

[Killer Mike]
Hey lil' buddy, where's your mommy?
Call me step-dad or Uncle Johnny  
Here's a dollar, don't follow behind me  
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

[El-P]
I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas  
Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
Fuck your life but first run the diamonds
From the +Jungle+ (the +Jungle+!) the +Brothers+ (the +Brothers+!)
Can't relate to your first world struggles  
You want safety, hugs and cuddles
IED's will leave bloody puddles

[Killer Mike]
Woke up in Nigeria, kicked out America
Case of malaria, shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier  
and a note from my dad said, "I hope God carry ya"
Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores
Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia  
I return as a King Michael the Benevolent
Gold draped ridin on the neck of an elephant

[Chorus]