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<span style="color:#323232;">[Verse 1: El-P]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Beware of horses
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I mean a horse is a horse of course, but who rides is important
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Sitting high with a uniform, barking orders, demanding order
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And I'm scared that I talk too much about what I think's going on
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I got a way with this, they might drag me away for this
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Put me in a cage for this, I might pay for this
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I just say what I want like I'm made for this
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Maybe that's why me and Mike get along
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Hey, not from the same part of town, but we both hear the same sound coming
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Woo! And it sounds like war
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Woo! And it breaks our hearts
</span><span style="color:#323232;">When I started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Make a buck and dash, yeah
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Get a little dap like "Yeah I'm the fucking man!", yeah
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Maybe give a little back like, "Here, I do what I can"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">It's all jokes and smoke 'till the truth start schemin'
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Can't contain the disdain for y'all demons
</span><span style="color:#323232;">You talk clean and bomb hospitals
</span><span style="color:#323232;">So I speak with the foulest mouth possible
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith in the logical
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I will not be confused for docile
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I'm free, motherfuckers, I'm hostile
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</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Choose the lesser of the evil people, and the devil still gon' win
</span><span style="color:#323232;">It could all be over tomorrow, kill our masters and start again
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But we know we all afraid, so we just simply cry and march again
</span><span style="color:#323232;">At the Dem Conven my heart broke apart when I seen them march mommas in
</span><span style="color:#323232;">As I rap this verse right now, got tears flowing down my chocolate chin
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Told the truth and I've been punished for it, must be a masochist 'cause I done it again
</span><span style="color:#323232;">"Ooh, Mike said 'uterus'"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">They acting like Mike said, "You a bitch"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">To every writer who wrote it, misquoted it
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Mike says, "You a bitch, you a bitch, you a bitch"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Add a "nigga" for the black writer that started that sewer shit
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I maneuver through manure like a slumdog millionaire
</span><span style="color:#323232;">El-P told me, "Fuck them devils, Mike, we gon' be millionaires"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I respond with a heavy "Yeah"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Big bruh says "Fuck that, toughen up
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Stay ready, write raw raps, shit rugged rough"
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The devil don't sleep, us either
</span><span style="color:#323232;">El spits fire, I spit ether
</span><span style="color:#323232;">We the gladiators that oppose all Caesars
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Coming soon on a new world tour
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Probably play the score for the World War
</span><span style="color:#323232;">At the apocalypse, play the encore
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Turn around, see El, and I smile
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Hell coming, and we got about a mile
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Until it's over I remain hostile
</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Part II: "Kill Your Masters"]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Mere mortals, the Gods coming so miss me with the whoopty-whoop
</span><span style="color:#323232;">You take the devil for God, look how he doin' you
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I'm Jack Johnson, I beat a slave catcher snaggletooth
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I'm Tiger Flowers with a higher power, hallelu'
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Life'll get so bad it feel like God mad at you
</span><span style="color:#323232;">But that's a feeling, baby, ever lose I refuse
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I disabuse these foolish fools of they foolish views
</span><span style="color:#323232;">I heard the revolution coming, you should spread the news
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Garvey mind, Tyson punch, this is bad news
</span><span style="color:#323232;">So feel me, follow me
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Devil done got on top of me
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Bad times got a monopoly
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Give up, I did the opposite
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Pitch perfect, did it properly
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Owner killed by his property
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Verse 2: El-P]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">This life'll stress you like Orson Welles on the radio
</span><span style="color:#323232;">War after war of the world'll make all your saneness go
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And these invaders from Earth're twerkin' on graves you know
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Can't wait to load up the silos and make your babies glow
</span><span style="color:#323232;">It's so abusive you'll beg somebody to roofie you
</span><span style="color:#323232;">They'll snatch your hope up and use it like it's a hula-hoop
</span><span style="color:#323232;">And it's a loop, they talk to you just like their rulers do
</span><span style="color:#323232;">These fuckin' fools have forgotten just who been foolin' who
</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Chorus: Killer Mike]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters (Kill your masters!)
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters (Kill your masters!)
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Verse 3: Zack de la Rocha]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Killer children of men on the throne, roving with no atonement
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Got me feeling like I'm Clive Owen rowing through a future frozen
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The flow's a burning wind, blowing to your coast
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Now in cages 'cause we rode the waves of your explosions
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleedin'
</span><span style="color:#323232;">This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Boots on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Master P-in' on these lost Europeans thievin'
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Born in the beast and fixin' feast tearin' its features
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The world surges, the nation's nervous
</span><span style="color:#323232;">The crowds awaken, they can't disperse us
</span><span style="color:#323232;">We ain't at your service
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Won't stay sedated
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Won't state our numbers for names and
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Remaining faceless
</span><span style="color:#323232;">We dignified, they can't erase us
</span><span style="color:#323232;">We ain't asleep, we rope-a-dope through the flames
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Man, the world gonna ride on what's implied in the name
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Run 'em
</span><span style="color:#323232;">
</span><span style="color:#323232;">[Chorus: Killer Mike]
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters (Kill your masters!)
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill your kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your, kill- kill- kill your, kill-
</span><span style="color:#323232;">Kill your masters (Kill your masters!)
</span>
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