Music Video

Run The Jewels - Talk To Me | From The RTJ3 Album
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Pretty Things
The Pretty Things
Composer
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
Engineer
Wilder Zoby
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer
Leon Kelly
Leon Kelly
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Joey Raia
Joey Raia
Mixing Engineer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Young Leon
Young Leon
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We return from the depths of the badlands
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Satan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now hoping that I land
On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijack
Government did that while they cook crack
[Verse 2]
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport it to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pulled cash and I gave him what he asked for
God damn it, it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, make it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
[Verse 3]
Rhyme animal, Pitbull Terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael, might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that's dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these all lives matter ass white folk
[Verse 4]
(This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with
This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood
But this is a fight against principalities and evildoers and unclean spirits
[Verse 5]
RTJ3 motherfuckers
[Verse 6]
Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wyle on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper
And you safe and sound and these crooks tapped your phones to not have a file on you, huh
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You dont' get it, I'm dirt motherfucker, I can't be crushed
Fuckers
Open the books up and stop bullshittin' the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par with best ever took the gig
[Verse 7]
I'm a supercat from dawn dada to dusk
Don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on a grip on them bucks
I might ghost ride the rank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rub-and-rush at full thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
I talk real good 'cause I'm smart at stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love
[Verse 8]
I told y'all suckers
I told y'all suckers
I told you on RTJ1
Then I told you again on RTJ2
And you still ain't believe me
So here we go
RTJ3
[Verse 9]
(Talk to me
RTJ
Talk to me)
Written by: Jaime Meline, Michael Render, The Pretty Things, Torbitt Schwartz, Wilder Zoby
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