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Artist: DJ Shadow f/ Run the Jewels
Album:  The Mountain Will Fall
Song:   Nobody Speaks
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[El-P]
Picture this, I'm a bag of dicks, put me to your lips
I am sick, I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip, I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch, I can end a conversation real QUICK!

[Killer Mike]
I am crack, I ain't lyin, kick a lion in his crack
I'm the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pinch yo' momma on the booty, kick yo' dog, fuck yo' bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa and took pictures with yo' kids (Santa?)

[El-P]
We the best, We will cut a frowny face in your chest
Little wench, I'm unmentionably fresh, I'm a mensch 
Get correct, I will walk into a court while erect 
Screamin, "YES~! I am guilty motherfuckers, I am death!"
'ey, you wanna hear a good joke?

[Chorus]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

[El-P]
Get running, start pumpin your bunions, I'm comin
I'm the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyuns
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame, fuckers, your fame and fate's done with

[Killer Mike]
I rob Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie, roll woolies to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbin slacker that spit a loogie
Cause the toter of the toolie'll murder you friggin moolies
Fuck outta here~! Yeah!

[Chorus]

[El-P]
Only facts I will shoot a, baby duck if it quacks, with a Luger
Top billin, come cops some villainous shots is blocked 
Shipped out and bought, and y'all feelin it
El-P killin it, Killer Mike killin shit

[Killer Mike]
What more can I say? We +Top Billin'+ it
Valiant without villainy, viciously foul victory
Burn towns and villages, burnin lootin and pillagin

[El-P]
Murderers try to hurt us, we curse 'em and all their chi-l-dren
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away

[Killer Mike]
So tell beggin Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Aiyyo here's a gun, son, now run, get it the gutta way
...Live to shoot another day

[Chorus]