Chords for Run The Jewels - Close Your Eyes (And Count To F**k) feat. Zack de la Rocha (Official Video)

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Run them jewels fast run it on them jewels fast run it on them run it run it run it run it fuck the slow
with a distortion I'll bite into a cyanide mauler before you
whores win I'm a New Yorkie and I'm fucked for the jump
I wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch
Look at Mikey I think he's nike we are [Am] shitters for sons
Aye we the type to preach and we the grinning the clutch
[G] On them blue slacks, [Gb] on them blue slacks, [G] on them, on them, on them, on them, on them,
[F] on them, on them, on them, on them, on them, on them, on them, on them, on them.
A wise man once said, we all [E] dead, fuck you
Just spit it to scuffing youngin and hold your nut [A] while you gunning
I listened tatted to skin into [E] my dick last summer
Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder
I'm here to find hearts, I got hundreds
Honey, the cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money
I'm training vagina whispering, glistening, waiting for the christening
I know the neighbors can't help but listening
Uh, [Bb] a dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance
I [E] can't even relax when I siren's off in the distance
Not shitting you little buddy, this fucking island's a prison
The only solace I have is an act of conjugal visiting
My solitary condition, preventing conjugal visits
Domain and missing my missus, they keeping me from my chiller
Conditions create a villain, the villain is giving vision
The vision becomes a battle, see digits on all the fishes
Liars and politicians, prophetess of the prisons
The forehead engravers and slavers of men and women
Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion
So strip your kids to [N] the nude and then tell them God'll forgive them
Run him, run him, run him, run him, run him, run him, run him, run him
Run him, run him, run him, _ run him, run [E] him, run him, run him, run him
Explainer on the cut, you can six on your snitching crew
I'm miles ahead of you, you can sit my bitches through
My battle status in front of Marcus from Dallas to Malibu
Check my resume, [Ab] your residence is rescue
Call her a skin [E] job and my honeys just go back flip to you
You play in God, your eyes lock and she go rip a tube
We sick of bleeding out of trays, spraying victims
You, young Diane Philip A.
King dicking you
With clips in the bottom, we dripping from Gotham
Yes, it clips by the shadows of dark dance to the coffin
I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony
With Black Rock in my law, Vengeance Tech in my melody
Less aggressive, we testin' with gun, stretches and penalties
On cases we're facing the cop, police when we seedin' a pump
We're breezin' a dump on you global grand dragons
Still violent, fast bus, Afghani, toe-taggin'
Now they trackin' me, and we bustin' backstreet
The only thing that glows quicker than our caskets be the factory
Runnin' too fast, [G] runnin' runnin' too fast
Runnin' runnin' fuck, runnin' fuck, runnin' runnin' fuck
[N] Runnin' runnin' too fast, runnin' runnin' too fast
Runnin' runnin' fuck, runnin' fuck, runnin' runnin'
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