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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Dammo Farmer
Dammo Farmer
Bass Guitar
thankugoodsir
thankugoodsir
Additional Vocals
Agape Jerry
Agape Jerry
Guitar
The Webs
The Webs
Sampled Artist
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Keyboards
DJ Cutmaster Swiff
DJ Cutmaster Swiff
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
Songwriter
Harold Lilly
Harold Lilly
Songwriter
Willie Cooper
Willie Cooper
Songwriter
Marshall Boxley
Marshall Boxley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
No ID
No ID
Producer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Producer
Renegade El Rey
Renegade El Rey
Recording Engineer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
Recording Engineer
Sydney Wolfe
Sydney Wolfe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Project Pa$$ion
Project Pa$$ion
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The jewel runners, the product of many cruel summers
And the description was fittin', they say it's two gunners
Slap chickpeas out your cheek until you drool hummus
Left the scene in Hellcat, scream "'Cause we don't do Hondas"
But we do Benihanas, takin' yo' baby mama
She hostage me in the Hummer, she kiss it to pay me homage
She work it like I deserve it, she move like the perfect pervert
They say Mississippi burnin', I'm sippin' syrup, eatin' sherbet
Watch the world go to hell as I'm laughin', sayin', "It's perfect"
Catch me after Sunday service disturbin' the church's workers
Tell the deacon we ain't speakin', need money, his prayers worthless
I can tell through my alertness, he's nervous about his purchase
Aye, in the name of Jesus, the reefer I serve a purpose
My guy higher than the sky as he fly over earth's surface
Flyin' satellite height as I'm looking at earth's circus
Keep your eyes on the prize and don't let the devil coerce you
[Chorus]
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so
[Verse 2]
Bad to meet me, A to K-er, sprayin' the greedy
You should've brought the Uzi, oopsie, I'm a doozie
How you movin'? One of two in, super groupin'
Gorilla glued up to the cash, couldn't lose it
Good gracious, motherfuckers really not dangerous
Any pussy that hate 'em simply facin' erasure
Jaime for mayor, vote for the brain fileter
Be a AR, spray the radar down invaders
Fame destined, the piggy dissection connection
Put necks in, grip and afflict tension
Upper rope, elbow to plexus
No mid-smoke, upper-smoke, only the low would make an exception
BrookLanta, Lord bless us, snipers at the nexus
Lifers come and check us, we next, still?
Goddamn, the game, it ain't fair, thoughts and prayers
Shut the fuck up, put your hands in the air, Run The Jewels
[Chorus]
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so hard
Oh no, don't you let
It's so
[Outro]
Shut the - up, Run The Jewels
Don't let the, let the devil coerce
It's so hard
Devil coerce
Oh, no, don't you let
It's so
You're killin' me devil 'cause he winnin'
Written by: Dion Wilson, Harold Lilly, Jaime Meline, Marshall Boxley, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, Torbitt Schwartzwillie Cooper, Willie Cooper
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