In "Talk to Me," Run the Jewels dives into a raw and unfiltered exploration of societal issues, personal defiance, and political corruption. The lyrics paint a picture of resistance against oppressive systems, emphasizing the struggle for survival in a world filled with injustice and inequality. Through their fierce delivery, Killer Mike and El-P challenge listeners to confront harsh realities while asserting their resilience and refusal to be silenced or defeated by adversity. This track is both a battle cry and a call-to-action, urging unity and courage in the face of overwhelming odds.
Talk to Me
Lyrics
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
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 be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I'm doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it's a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
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 AllLivesMatter-ass white folk
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 evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)
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 wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper?
When you're safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've lost before, so what?
You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I'm on par with the best ever took the gig
I'm a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don't bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I'm the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don't flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good 'cause I'm smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love
I told y'all suckers, I told y'all suckers.
I told y'all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain't believe me.
So here we go, RTJ3
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me
Writer(s): ALAN EDWARD WALLER, JAIME MELINE, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, PHILIP ARTHUR DENNIS MAY, TORBITT CASTLEMAN SCHWARTZ, WILDER ZOBY SCHWARTZ, Composer Unknown, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, WILDER SCHWARTZ
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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