Run The Jewels - All Due Respect Lyrics






[Killer Mike:]
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac
I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent infants
On some "Ah hah look what I did" shit
And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig
And Rin Tin Tin, ah hah hah look what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin don’t be a fool never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline
We the goddamn reason for ritalin
In the back of the class, twitchin’ and fidgetin’
Dead wrong we never got along
We laughed at the kids that was active participants
Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag and a bible of Gideon
Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again

[Hook:]
Cause you get no respect

[El-P:]
I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas
The shits all paid for I signed the papers
Used to date but then I made her my main bitch
Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville
Any invader get slayed and stay killed
On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up
We call when the fam get paid a great thrill
Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off
You drive a rape van
Mullet Ray-Bans
We do Vicious
You do witness
You don't clap shit
You's a cricket
Run the J’s we don't run so much it’s all fun and games till my J’s get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I could almost die
I got no goals left but to save my mind
They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
This my house it's high or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway

[Hook]

[El-P:]
I'm a thrill killer, I will test you
Just like daddy fuckin' left you
It’s all your fault mommy's lonely
You’re a burden, she needs rescue

[Killer Mike:]
Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy?
Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
Here’s a dollar don’t follow behind me
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

[El-P:]
I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas
Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
Fuck your life but first run the diamonds
From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers)
Can't relate to your first world struggles
You want safety, hugs and cuddles
IED’s will leave bloody puddles

[Killer Mike:]
Woke up in Nigeria
Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier
And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya
Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores
Y’know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
To return as a king, Michael the benevolent
Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant

[Hook]





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  1. b.... ....

    I'm gonna cry now.

  2. M.... ....

    Mike's first verse on this one is so fucking nasty.

  3. L.... ....

    Listened to this whole album the day it dropped while I was at the gym. It’s the only gym session I vividly remember to this day. And that’s like 4 years ago now!!!

  4. Z.... ....

    man those drums god DAMN

  5. T.... T....

    Amazing production

  6. k.... ....

    [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
    This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
    Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
    By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
    On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac
    I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
    Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
    Blow marijuana smoke no incense
    Exhale in the face of innocent infants
    On some "Ah hah, look what I did" shit
    And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig
    And Rin Tin Tin, ah hah hah, look what I did again
    We the hooligans outside of school again
    Sayin don’t be a fool never follow rules again
    We the bad boys bully with the fully that
    The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline
    We the goddamn reason for Ritalin
    In the back of the class, twitchin’ and fidgetin’
    Dead wrong we never got along
    We laughed at the kids that was active participants
    Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag
    And a bible of Gideon
    Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
    When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again
    Punch him in his shit again
    Punch him in his shit again
    Punch him in his shit again
    Punch him in his shit again


    [Hook]
    'cause you get no respect

    [Verse 2: El-P]
    I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas
    The shits all paid for I signed the papers
    Used to date but then I made her my main bitch
    Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
    And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville
    Any invader get slayed and stay killed
    On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up
    We call when the fam get paid a great thrill
    I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off
    You drive a rape van
    Mullet Ray-Bans
    We do Vicious
    You do witness
    You don't clap shit you's a cricket
    Run the J’s we don't run so much it’s all fun and games till my J’s get scuffed
    I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
    I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
    Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I can almost die
    I got no goals left but to save my mind
    They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my
    The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
    Drinker, fired by the company
    Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
    This my house it's high or the highway
    High or the highway
    High or the highway
    High or the highway
    High or the highway


    [Hook]
    'cause you get no respect

    [Verse 3: El-P]
    I'm a thrill killer, I will test you
    Just like daddy fuckin' left you
    It’s all your fault, mommy's lonely
    You’re a burden, she needs rescue

    [Verse 4: Killer Mike]
    Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy?
    Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
    Here’s a dollar don’t follow behind me
    I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

    [Verse 5: El-P]
    I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas
    Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
    Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
    Fuck your life but first run the diamonds
    From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers)
    Can't relate to your first world struggles
    You want safety, hugs and cuddles
    IED’s will leave bloody puddles

    [Verse 6: Killer Mike]
    Woke up in Nigeria
    Kicked out America
    Case of malaria
    Shit got scarier
    Got left with a gun and a pit bull terrier
    And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya
    Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores
    Y’know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
    To return as a king, Michael the benevolent
    Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant


    [Hook]
    'cause you get no respect

  7. j.... j....

    Oh god this is pure fire

  8. M.... S....

    This track blows my mind every listen

  9. r.... ....

    I need a drum line to play this please

  10. C.... B....

    Cm punk brought me here, holy shit this song is amazing. Sounds like Ice Cube

  11. L.... ....

    "Close the blinds, they got drones and mines, we so close to the lie I could almost die" gets me EVERY SINGLE TIME

    L.... ....

    Elp's rhythm and the drum beats are eargasmic during this part

  12. S.... ....

    [Verse 1: Killer Mike]
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac
I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent infants
On some "Ah hah, look what I did" shit
And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig
And Rin Tin Tin, ah hah hah, look what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin don’t be a fool never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline
We the goddamn reason for Ritalin
In the back of the class, twitchin’ and fidgetin’
Dead wrong we never got along
We laughed at the kids that was active participants
Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag
And a bible of Gideon
Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again

[Hook]
'cause you get no respect

[Verse 2: El-P]
I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas
The shits all paid for I signed the papers
Used to date but then I made her my main bitch
Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville
Any invader get slayed and stay killed
On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up
We call when the fam get paid a great thrill
I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off
You drive a rape van
Mullet Ray-Bans
We do Vicious
You do witness
You don't clap shit you's a cricket
Run the J’s we don't run so much it’s all fun and games till my J’s get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I can almost die
I got no goals left but to save my mind
They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
This my house it's high or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway

[Hook]
'cause you get no respect

[Verse 3: El-P]
I'm a thrill killer, I will test you
Just like daddy fuckin' left you
It’s all your fault, mommy's lonely
You’re a burden, she needs rescue

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy?
Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
Here’s a dollar don’t follow behind me
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

[Verse 5: El-P]
I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas
Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
Fuck your life but first run the diamonds
From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers)
Can't relate to your first world struggles
You want safety, hugs and cuddles
IED’s will leave bloody puddles

[Verse 6: Killer Mike]
Woke up in Nigeria
Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pit bull terrier
And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya
Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores
Y’know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
To return as a king, Michael the benevolent
Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant

[Hook]
'cause you get no respect

  13. S.... K....

    Killer Mike starts this track of so FUCKING hard!!

  14. S.... Y....

    Killer Mikes first verse....ouch....

  15. C.... E....

    Tambores tambores tam tam tam tam tam tam tam tam tam tam tam buenos días y feliz San Valentín a todos

  16. U.... L....

    Am Scramble 2018?

  17. W.... ....

    This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
    Getting’ double penetrated in a dope spot
    By two hard pipe hittin’ Niggas
    On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac
    I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction
    Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
    Blow marijuana smoke no incense
    Exhale in the face of innocent infants
    On some "Ah hah look what I did" shit
    And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig
    And Rin Tin Tin, ah hah hah look what I did again
    We the hooligans outside of school again
    Sayin don’t be a fool never follow rules again
    We the bad boys bully with the fully that
    The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline
    We the goddamn reason for ritalin
    In the back of the class, twitchin’ and fidgetin’
    Dead wrong we never got along
    We laughed at the kids that was active participants
    Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag and a bible of Gideon
    Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
    When I go back to class I'ma punch him in his shit again
    Punch him in his shit again

    Cause you get no respect

    I don't flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas
    The shits all paid for I signed the papers
    Used to date but then I made her my main bitch
    Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
    And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville
    Any invader get slayed and stay killed
    On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up
    We call when the fam get paid a great thrill
    Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off
    You drive a rape van
    Mullet Ray-Bans
    We do Vicious
    You do witness
    You don't clap shit
    You's a cricket
    Run the J’s we don't run so much it’s all fun and games till my J’s get scuffed
    I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
    I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
    Close the blinds they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I could almost die
    I got no goals left but to save my mind
    They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my
    The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
    Drinker, fired by the company
    Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
    This my house it's high or the highway
    High or the highway

    Cause you get no respect

    I'm a thrill killer, I will test you
    Just like daddy fuckin' left you
    It’s all your fault mommy's lonely
    You’re a burden, she needs rescue

    Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy?
    Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
    Here’s a dollar don’t follow behind me
    I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

    I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas
    Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
    Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
    Fuck your life but first run the diamonds
    From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers)
    Can't relate to your first world struggles
    You want safety, hugs and cuddles
    IED’s will leave bloody puddles

    Woke up in Nigeria
    Kicked out America
    Case of malaria
    Shit got scarier
    Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier
    And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya
    Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores
    Y’know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
    To return as a king, Michael the benevolent
    Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant

    Cause you get no respect

  18. T.... D....

    Too much fun... absolutely ridiculous

  19. T.... B....

    That name sounds familiar for some reason.

  20. c.... ....

    god DAMN those fucking verses are fire

  21. T.... M....

    I think this is my favorite Run The Jewels song. Can Run The Jewels please become a trio? Killer Mike, El-P, and Travis Barker?

  22. e.... h....

    Favorite RTJ track.

  23. R.... F....

    I wish there was a video of Travis Barker recording his part for this. He really helps make this track perfect.

  24. m.... ....

    Killer Mike is so cold!! Him paired with the sick beats and rhymes of El-P is legendary!!

  25. M.... H....

    Run the jews

  26. J.... O....

    life would be less awesome absent RTJ...

  27. E.... ....

    That transition ( 0:53 - 1:00) always gets me so hyped

    E.... ....

    no doubt!

  28. A.... ....

    Trav is the greatest feature drummer since Keith Moon died

  29. r.... ....

    I'm the only one who like more paw due respect?

  30. R.... M....

    0:53
    I FUCKING SWEAR THAT'S A LINK "HYAH" SAMPLE

  31. S.... T....

    why is this shit so fire

  32. s.... ....

    motherfuckas is rapping in the fucking swamps lol i can't believe RTJ is literally fucking albums they create just for the shit and giggles. Makes you see all these mainstream rappers are a bunch of bitches who have no musical talent in their entire body.

  33. M.... T....

    I could see a Travis Scott rtj track

  34. C.... B....

    This is so fucking brutal. I love it.

  35. E.... D....

    Travis Barker truly is a talent. I love his work in this song.

  36. F.... E....

    every track better then the last...hip hop is nowhere near dead

    F.... E....

    Experimental, the way forward.

    F.... E....

    RTJ is the defibrillator of rap

    F.... E....

    as far as rtj and denzel curry the rest is trash

  37. R.... E....

    These dudes know what the fuck theyre doing

  38. T.... ....

    I will test you, just like daddy fucking left you.

    T.... ....

    TheGossamerHouse It's all your fault, mommy's lonely, you're a burden, she needs rescue.

    T.... ....

    Hey lil buddy wheres your mommy, call me stepdad or uncle Johnny

    T.... ....

    here's a dollar don't follow behind me, i'm gonna go bang out mom and aunty

  39. C.... S....

    It's 3:20am and I'm on another Run The Jewels bender. 10/10

    C.... S....

    Crooked Smile SAAAME

    C.... S....

    I only get to play RTJ during the daylight hours, I would scare the shit out of my family if I played them at night.. Dual subs :D

  40. k.... ....

    Surprised that the Bud Light can commercials didn't bring a spike here.

    k.... ....

    dnt matter, their bank accounts are getting the numbers..... $$$$$

  41. D.... 2....

    I'm a rapper my self and I'm white I can rap fast. 200 words in 1:00

    D.... 2....

    Sorry, what'd ya say?

    D.... 2....

    No one cares

    D.... 2....

    Speaking fast ≠ Good

    Why is it that Best rap songs do not have the speaking ridiculously fast? Because people want to hear what you day

  42. L.... ....

    twista still faster doe

    L.... ....

    Letsuo yeah but they dont go for speed

    L.... ....

    Letsuo Twista sucks!

    L.... ....

    Letsuo ... who gives a shit if it's faster. like that automatically means someone has talent.

    L.... ....

    Twista hasn't been shit since 97...... GTFO.

    L.... ....

    Speed doesn’t mean anything if your flows are the same thing over and over

  43. R.... D....

    rap needs more acoustic drums

    R.... D....

    Dope Boy. The Game ft. Travis Barker. (2008)

    R.... D....

    Unless you're speaking of El-P and the style of this song. It's called Jungle. Worth a listen.

    R.... D....

    no this is mos def not jungle you have no idea what jungle music is smh stfu@Arod

    R.... D....

    @Ojberretta Berretta why you so mad kid? Ofc this song isnt jungle. This is a specific style of drums that resemble jungle for pop rap. Go smoke a joint. You need to calm down kiddo.

    R.... D....

    @Arod lol...then why did you say its called jungle when this song does not even copme close to jungle??this is nothing close to jungle its just hip hop nothing else now stfu puto

  44. L.... ....

    Ok mike ok...damnnnnnn

  45. Z.... ....

    almost busta speed ;) but this is easier to understand :)

    Z.... ....

    ZoetePoep Mikey's vocab is Ivy League, Busta's is College Community

    Z.... ....

    Bonzai Subber And then you got cats like DOOM and Aes, who’re fuckin MIT/Oxford shit.

    Z.... ....

    @Patrick Harris Aes Rock!!! Don't forget about Aceyalone when he flexed. Paved the way. And shout out to Bus Driver!

  46. J.... W....

    How do you fucking rap like that?

  47. B.... D....

    why would you get a guest drummer to program a drum machine?

    B.... D....

    +Bobby Dazzler program is like play

    B.... D....

    Bobby Dazzler he didn't program a drum machine for them, he used electronic drums with the feed being recorded

    B.... D....

    its funny when someone with absolutely no knowledge of producing tries to talk shit

  48. U.... ....

    doesn't do anything for me

    U.... ....

    +Uuriu Sorry for your loss.

    U.... ....

    thank you

    U.... ....

    Get fucked

    U.... ....

    You get no respect

  49. r.... ....

    punch him in the shit again!! lmfao gotta love mike

    r.... ....

    +Ben Brooks punch him in his shit again*

    r.... ....

    +Basalt well my fault....punch him in his shit again!!

  50. W.... ....

    This might just be the hardest rap song ever.

    W.... ....

    WeAreN1nja Death Grips you dumbo

    W.... ....

    KING OF CACTI they wack tho

    W.... ....

    Come Up And Get Me

    W.... ....

    death grips, jpegmafia, some brockhampton, old tyler the creator, etc

  51. R.... 2....

    the only reason i know who run the jewls sound like is because barker is one of my all time favorite drummers and people

    R.... 2....

    +music and video game obsessed dude This is one of the best conversations i've read on youtube

    R.... 2....

    @sampsonofrock ya i know PD Derek was not making any sense what so ever 

    R.... 2....

    @sampsonofrock ;) ;) ;)

    R.... 2....

    +music and video game obsessed dude You are making it painfully obvious how left behind you are. Why are you putting so much emphasis on the fact that you are not understanding anything, as your original comment was pretty bad in the first place. Posting on an artist page that you had no idea of its existence prior to having you mainstream idol hading it to you, is pretty uncool. Not knowing what Ents and Hobbits are to top it off is icing my cake so hard right now.

    R.... 2....

    Have you seen that lame shit he did with Pitbull for the NBA commercial. The most washed up bullshit I've seen in a long time.

  52. C.... ....

    El P's flow on this one

    C.... ....

    Both were crazy but I have to respectfully disagree with you on this one

    C.... ....

    @Scream Phoenix I'm fine with that

    C.... ....

    I wish youtube was full of polite gentlemen like you two

    C.... ....

    Mike is usually the better rapper, but EL-P does most of the beats and GODDAMN the beats on this album go hard.

    C.... ....

    I'm going to agree and say I like Elp's rapping on this track more than KMs

  53. R.... M....

    hadouken!

  54. S.... T....

    Punch him in the shit again!

  55. A.... B....

    for some reason i picture killer mike staring travis in the eyes while he raps his verse and travis beats the snare

    A.... B....

    Jake Ybarra and travis stares back into mike's soul.

  56. M.... ....

    sick as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!!!!!!!!!!!

  57. B.... B....

    what????where does the maddnezz stop!!! This shits crazy!!!