Testo della canzone JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack de la Rocha) (Run The Jewels feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack De La Rocha), tratta dall'album RTJ4

JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack de la Rocha) - Run The Jewels feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack De La Rocha

Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (slave)
Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (slave)
Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (shh)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters (look) posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (look) posin' on yo' dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters (look) posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters

Ayy
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna shine (stay sunny)
Make a dollar, government, they want a dozen dimes (no cap)
The petty kind, might kill ya 'cause they see you shine (stay str-)

I done had to have a talk with myself many times (for real)
Am I a hypocrite 'cause I know I did plenty crimes? (Yes, I'm is)
I get broke too many times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin'? (Happen? Ooh)

And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Sponsor all these f- racist
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your master (it's true)
Now that's the line
That's probably gon' get my ass assassinated (yeah-yeah, yeah)

Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (slave, yeah)
Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (slave)
The Thirteenth Amendment says that slavery's abolished (shh)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it)

Look at all these slave masters (look) posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (look) posin' on yo' dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters (look) posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters

Man, you better thug out, get the bag and then bug out (uh)
Try to run home, you might run your luck out
'Cause just when your bases loaded
They'll roll a grenade in the dugout (you're out)

Earth folk, not a mellow bunch
We got our thumbs in the air like hell or bust (uh)
Look at who we done blessed with our trust
I don't think we'll be left with too much

Hand on my heart and my mind on my drugs
Got a Vonnegut punch for your Atlas shrugs
They love to not love, it's just that dumb
Lord, sweet Buddha, please make me numb

Brain bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba
Just found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got - in the blood, I'm zoomin'

Beep-beep, Richie, this is New York City
The X on the map where the pain keep hitting
Just us ducks here sitting
Where murderous chokehold cops still earnin' a livin'

Funny how some say money don't matter
That's rich now, innit, get it? Comedy
Tryna sell a pack of smokes to get food
Get killed and it's not an anomaly
But hey, it's just money

Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (slave, yeah)
Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (slave)
Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (shh, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (yeah-yeah)
Let it sink in (yeah)

2020, run the map
Raw, uncut, yeah, my hourglass
Don't watch it spill to the bottom half
You see the piece, now run it fast

On the tarmac, in a starter jack
C4 when I run it back
Like a track star, run a f- lap?
Nah, like when his needle catch (yeah)

Clean look, poet pugilist
View, it's a Zapruder flick (yeah)
Too rude for your rudiments
Who convinced you you could move against the crew in this?

Comin' up through the fence
Off shore outta Port-au-Prince (yeah)
Overture left his fingerprints
On our hearts at the gate and the world our residence

How can we be the peace
When the beast gonna reach for the worst? (Yeah)
Tear all the flesh off the Earth
Stage set for a deafening reckoning
Quick like the pace of a verse
So I'm questioning this quest for things
As a recipe for early death threatening (yeah)
But the breath in me is weaponry
For you, it's just money



Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, Jaime Meline, Zack De La Rocha, Michael Santigo Render, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Wilder Zoby Schwartz
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