Jeopardy lyrics

[Intro: Killer Mike]
I'm gonna bang this b*tch the f*ck out!
You better–you might wanna record the other way
You finna look at history bein' made in this motherf*cker
Put a mirror on the goddamn screen!
Let's go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! So what we gonna do Mick?

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my rizzight
I'm lurkin' servin' on pussies who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight like, "Mizzike is you all rizzight?"
I'm lookin' lurkin' on b*tches twerkin' for service
The b*tches bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and cursin'
I'm puttin' pistols in faces at random places like
b*tch give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is here
No Jesuses here, I hear the demons in my ear
And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you motherf*ckers up, leave you naked
The jewel runners, top tag team for two summers
Live and let live, f*ck you cuz cause that's a fool's honor
I'm walkin' totin' on two llamas
You n*ggas ass and trash and trash, f*ck it, I'm too honest
So f*ck you f*ckboys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better - highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot f*ck, then fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it excites me
You know your favorite rapper ain't sh*t and me, I might be
The closest representation of God you might see
Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three
Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so Satan get ye behind me
(Run the Jewels)
[Verse 2: El-P]
I've never been much of sh*t, by most measurements don't exist
On the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little b*tch
Maybe you should be careful when flippin' a stranger's switch
Like assumin' the war is won ain't a symptom of arrogance
When nothin' to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our di*ks
I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great food
That's why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame, the jewel runners will always stay rude
Motherf*ck your permission, was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the b*tch sh*t you spit is your f*ckin' prison
I been here makin' raw sh*t and never asked to be lauded
Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "What's poppin'?"