Pharrell Williams, Run The Jewels, Zack De La Rocha - JU$T

JU$T
Pharrell Williams, Run The Jewels, Zack De La Rocha
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[Pharrell:]
Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself
from squalor, (Slave)
Mastered academics cause your grades
say you a scholar, (Slave)
Mastered Instagram cause you can
instigate a follow, (Shiiiit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo dollar! (Get it)

[Killer Mike:]
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo dollar! (Get it) [×3]

[Zack De La Rocha:]
Look at all these slave masters!

[Killer Mike:]
Business time, I'm on mine, I be minding mine, (Make money)
Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna shine, (Stay sunny)
Make a dollar, government they want a dozen dimes, (No cap)
The petty kind might kill ya cause they
see you shine. (Stay strapped)
I done had to have a talk with myself plenty times, (For real)
Am I a hypocrite cuz I know I did plenty crimes? (Yes, I'm is)
I get broke too many times I might slang some
dimes, (Back to trappin')
[Can] You believe corporations runnin'
marijuana, (How that happen)
And your country getting ran by a casino owner, (Oooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards, (They do)
And I told you once before that you should
kill your master, (It's true)
Now that's the line that's probably
gon' get my ass a-a-ssassinated.

[Pharrell:]
Master of these politics, you swear that you got options,
Master of opinion cuz you vote with the white collar, (Slave)
The 13th Amendment says that slavery's abolished, (Shiiiit)
Look at all these slave masters posing on yo dollar! (Get it)

[Killer Mike:]
Look at all these slave masters posing on yo dollar! (Get it) [×3]

[Zack De La Rocha:]
Look at all these slave masters!

[El-P:]
(Confucius say)
Man, you better duck out, get the bag and then bug out,
But try to run home, you might run your luck out,
Cause just when your bases loaded, they'll
roll a grenade in the dugout,
Earth folk not a mellow bunch, we got our thumbs
in the air like hell or bust.
Look at who we done blessed with our trust,
I don't think we'll be left with too much,
Hand on my heart and my mind on my drugs, got
a Vonne-gut punch for ya Atlas Shrug,
They love to not love, it's jus that dumb,
Lord, sweet Buddha, please, make me numb,
Brain bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba,
Who just found out his creators stupid,
Lit by the super moon, I'm too lucid,
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm zoomin'.
Beep beep, Richie, this is New York City,
The x on the map where the pain keep hitting
Just us ducks here sitting,
Where murderous choke hold cops still earnin a living.
Funny how some say money don't matter that's
rich now, isn't it, get it? Comedy,
But try to sell a pack a smokes to get food, get killed,
and it's not an anomaly, But hey, it's just money.

[Pharrell:]
Mastered economics 'cause you took
yourself from squalor, (Slave)
Mastered academics cause your grades say
you a scholar, (Slave)
Mastered Instagram cause you
can instigate a follow, (Shiiiit)
Look at all these slave masters!
Let it sink in.

[Zack De La Rocha:]
20/20, run the map,
Raw uncut in my hourglass,
Don't watch it spill to the bottom half,
You see the piece, now run it fast.
On the tarmac in a Starter jack,
I'm C4 when I runnit back,
Like a track star run a record lap?
Nah, like when his needle catch.
A clean look, a poet pugilist,
A shooter's view, a Zapruder flick,
Too rude for ya rudiments,
Who convinced you?
You could move against the crew in this,
Comin up through the fence,
Offshore outta Port-au-Prince
Louverture left his fingerprints
On our hearts at the gate,
The world our residence.
How can we be the peace?
When the beast gonna reach for the worst,
Tear all the flesh off the earth,
Stage set for a deafening reckoning,
Quick like the pace of my verse,
So I'm questioning this quest for things
As a recipe for early death threatening,
But the breath in me is weaponry,
For you it's just money.