Rubble Kings Theme (Dynamite)

Rubble Kings Theme (Dynamite) - Run The Jewels

I've seen ak-47s

I've seen sawed off shotguns

I've seen all of this

I've seen dynamite on the streets

Surrounded by violence and murder

Say we in the streets and we gripping on heat

You got beef then we frying your burger

My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls

Is all I got f**k with a murda

Will happen to you I am certain

I'm certain as hell and I'm gripping the tail of satan himself the serpent

We pulling in no social service

We go in the store they look nervous

So down me to hell damn me to jail like f**k you we robbing the

Merchants

The preachers sound silly in service

Convincing my mama that all of the drama must certainly serve higher purpose

How fighting could turn into curses

When I tell her any god that make it plenty hard really ain't worth it

To worship

Man I believe in my patches man I believe in my fists

Man I believe in bandanas and pistols and holding down rocking my sets

Born into turmoil and trouble I became king of the rubble

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Dynamite on the streets

Everything out here is broken or blemished and battered and tattered but mine

You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the cinder divine

I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am alive

You are done walking inside of the section you're treading in there was a line

Cement block hard rock it don't stop get it get it

Your whole block's soft it comes off like skittish *****es

We're wolves to the bitter finish

Not full gotta get it in get it get us dinner

Violators tryna finish any little sentence we will sentence sinners

It all stinks but where we live is where the set's sinking

They say sorry son accept it same old song of the subjectors

Sorry sirs but we don't sing along to anthems or your pledges

In your garbage rose the rulers of the restless do not test us

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Dynamite on the streets