Artist: Run the Jewels
Album:  Run the Jewels 3
Song:   A Report to the Shareholders
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Cedmaster3K

[El-P]
Beware of horses
I mean a horse is a horse, of course, but who rides is important
Sittin high with a uniform, barkin orders, demandin order
And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on
I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this
Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this
I just say what I want like I'm made for this
But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong
Maybe that's why me and Mike get along
'Ey! Not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound comin
WOO~! - And it sounds like war, WOO~! - And it breaks our hearts
When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs, make a buck and dash (yeah, yeah)
Get a little dap like "Yeah, I'm the fuckin man!" (yeah)
Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"
It's all jokes and smoke 'til the truth start schemin
Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons
You talk clean and, bomb hospitals
So I speak with the foulest mouth possible
And I drink like a Vulcan, losin all faith in the logical
I will not be confused for docile
I'm free motherfuckers, I'm hostile

[Killer Mike]
Choose the lesser of the evil people and the Devil still gon' win
It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again
But we know we all afraid so we just simply cry and march again
At the Dem' Conven', my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in
As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowin' down my chocolate chin
Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist cause I done it again
"Ooh, Mike said 'uterus'", they actin' like Mike said "You a bitch"
To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it, Mike says "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch"
Add a "nigga" for the black writer that started that sewer shit - I maneuver through manure
like a +Slumdog Millionaire+; El-P told me "Fuck them devils Mike, we gon' be millionaires"
I respond with a heavy "Yeah", big bruh says "Fuck that, toughen up
Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough", the Devil don't sleep, us either
El spits fire, I spit ether, we the gladiators that oppose all Caesars
Comin' soon on a new world tour, probably play the score for the World War
At the apocalypse, play the encore, turn around, see El and I smile
Hell comin' and we got about a mile, until it's over, I remain hostile {*echoes*}