Текст песни Banana Clipper - Big Boi , Run The Jewels
I
move
with
the
elegance
of
an
African
elephant
I
presented
the
evidence,
eloquent
as
the
President
Evident,
it's
with
emphasis,
I
deserve
me
a
championship
But
before
I
banana
clip,
I'ma
chill
so
my
man
can
rip
Little
man
against
Hellion
with
the
heart
of
a
orphan
I
got
the
words
of
a
murderer
and
a
eye
for
distortion
You
take
a
slice
of
my
portion,
I'll
take
a
piece
of
your
profit
I
drive
at
illegal
speeds
and
keep
an
OZ
in
my
pocket
We
run
the
jewels
in
your
town,
a
quarter
pound
on
my
person
I'm
known
for
pounding
the
stage,
I'm
talking
burning
and
cursing
Producer
gave
me
a
beat,
said
it's
the
beat
of
the
year
I
said
"El-P
didn't
do
it,
so
get
the
fuck
outta
here!"
You
wanna
hang?
Bring
your
throat,
I
got
stools
and
a
rope
I'm
a
slang
pope,
haranguing
the
land
with
a
man's
flow
A
new
addition
to
the
art
of
the
old
code
That's
fully
retarded
and
put
a
part
in
your
bold
dome
(ayy,
El)
Ay,
we
the
villains,
we
antagonist
bad
guys
Mercy
me,
merciless
me
putting
pain
in
they
sad
eyes
It's
time
for
Skywalker
talkers
meet
the
true
Darth
Vader
I
hit
your
mom
in
'03,
but
a
G
ain't
ate
her
So
baby
boy,
you
should
tighten
up
and
show
some
respect
Before
I
Melvin
on
you,
Jody,
put
my
arm
on
your
neck
Or
worse
yet,
be
the
reason
your
girl
want
a
divorce
Be
at
her
crib
with
your
kids
saying
"Fuck
your
fort,
lil'
nigga!"
The
style
is
radiation
leak
at
Mile
Island
Also
known
as
Chernobyl
talk,
listen
for
the
sirens
For
the
green,
I'm
a
hoarder,
you're
the
poor
distorter,
sorta
Morbid,
sonnin'
these
fuckin'
whore
dumb
explorers,
we're
bored
'Nough
of
your
bummy
shit,
it's
numb
to
the
core,
sure
You
suck
a
good
dick
for
the
fame
and
couldn't
resist
getting
played
I
fuck
like
I'm
headed
to
war,
I'm
really
not
playing
no
games
But
tag
me,
goddamn
it,
I'll
kill
the
carrier
mentions
my
name
Hey,
I'm
a
soldier
of
fortune,
a
mercenary
on
beat
I'm
merciless,
I'll
torture
MCs,
tie
up
both
of
they
feet
If
they
refuse
to
run
the
jewels,
we
beat
the
bottoms
of
feet
I'm
talking
grip
pliers,
guys,
to
the
top
of
your
teeth
Hey,
me
and
Jaime
killed
the
competition,
top
of
the
heap
Is
where
we
stayin'
when
they
corpses
resting
under
our
feet
I
sent
they
mom
a
little
cash
and
a
sympathy
letter
Told
her
she
raised
a
bunch
o'
fuckboys,
next
time
do
better,
bitch
(Run
The
Jewels)
We
the
old
Atlanta,
new
Atlanta;
future
of
the
city
Daddy
Fat
Saxx
don't
give
a
damn
'Cause
can't
nan'
new
nigga
get
with
me
Now
it's
true,
niggas
are
simply
simple-minded,
simple
Simons
Being
dumbed
down
by
the
local
radio
stations
by
designin'
But
what
I
be
rhyming?
No
payola
is
required
My
bank
account
obese
as
fuck
while
yours
sits
on
a
diet
Nigga,
your
lease
is
up,
you're
fired;
quiet,
that's
how
the
boss
talk
Retain
ownership
on
everything,
every
car
bought
And
paid
for,
no
neighbors
'cause
I'm
sitting
on
acres
Went
to
Vegas,
jumped
the
broom
'Cause
I
wasn't
trippin'
on
papers
Or
no
prenuptual
agreement
for
mama
If
we
broke
up
and
she
took
half,
I'd
still
be
sitting
on
commas
Eight
figures,
nigga
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