Lyrics JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack de la Rocha) - Toy Selectah Versión - Zack de la Rocha , Run The Jewels , EL-P , Pharrell Williams , Killer Mike

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

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 strapped)
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' marijuana? Ooh (how that happen?)
And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
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

Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (slave, yeah)
Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (slave)
The 13th 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?)
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?)
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 (yeah)
'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 (yeah)
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 (yeah)
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 (yeah)
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm zoomin' (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Beep-beep, Richie, this is New York City
The X on the map where the pain keep hitting (yeah)

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 (yeah)
Tryna sell a pack of smokes to get food
Get killed, and it's not an anomaly (yeah-yeah, yeah)
But hey, it's just money

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 (shit)
Look at all these slave masters
Let it sink in

2020, run the map
Raw, uncut, yeah, my hourglass (yeah)
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 (yeah)
Like a track star, run a record lap?
Nah, like when his needle catch

Clean look, poet pugilist
A shooter's 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
Offshore 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?
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
But the breath in me is weaponry
For you, it's just money

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