Artist: Run the Jewels
Album:  Run the Jewels 3
Song:   Oh Mama
Typed by: Cedmaster3K, kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro]
Um...
Yeah...

[Killer Mike] + (El-P)
Gun in the holster be, right in the upholstrey
Somewhere right close to me, just in case the rollers be 
rollin on a G, my woman keep it in the hosiery
I'm know in my town in those strips where high rollers be
I'm up early where the money folders sippin Folgers be
A country boy chillin in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
  (Fuck with us, you fuck with the truth, we speak openly)
Never a rat like Donnie Brasco though, cause there ain't no hoe in me

[El-P] + (Killer Mike)
"Notice me, senpai", they cry when I choke their speak
I'll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
Old timers speak of us, hushed and clutch their rosaries
I lust after greatness, I'm aimin' right at its ovaries
Better run from the future palooka (haul off!)
You actin' like it's safe when the revolution's been (called off!)
There's liars on the loose, if we listen to you, we're (all lost)
The takers of the jewels never singin' a tune at (all soft, all soft, all soft)

[Chorus: El-P] + (Killer Mike)
My momma said that I'm not livin' right
She said "I'm cryin' on ya"
She said "I waited up for you all night"
I said "I'm tryin' momma" (I'm tryin' momma)
My momma said that I'm not livin' right
She said "I'm cryin' on ya" (cryin' on ya)
She said "I waited up for you all night" (up all night)
I said "I'm tryin' momma, momma, momma, momma, momma"

[Killer Mike]
Yeah.... yeah
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God shit's so good, fat boy'll levitate
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate?
Mom she recovering, tell me I overmedicate
I tell her, "HOLY FUCK! JESUS CHRIST! Give me a FUCKIN break!!"
She said, "Don't curse your mama, goddammit!" and threw a dinner plate {*plate breaks*}
Damn~!

[El-P]
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
You runnin' out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
The skin of your shitty grin'll disintegrate
Every sickenin' sentence'll cheapen them tricks you venerate
Set the phaser to "face-plate-incinerate"
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg baby, assimilate

[Chorus]

[El-P] + (Killer Mike)
My momma said that I'm not livin' right
(They want us dyin' momma)
My momma said that I'm not livin' right
(But I ain't cryin' momma)
My momma said that I'm not livin' right
(You raised a lion momma, I ain't lyin' momma)
My momma said that I'm not livin' right
I said "I'm tryin' momma"
(Cryin' on you, cryin' on you)
(I'm cryin on ya, cryin on ya)
I said "I'm tryin' momma"