[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
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, hopin' that I land
On a Thai stick, movin' through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack,
Government did that like they cook crack.
I move in a world of conspiracies,
Obey no rules, I'm doin' 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 mothafuckin' miracle –
Small bribe, made it back into America!
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area,
Rhyme animal, pit bull 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, mothafuckas!
[Verse 2: El-P]
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, mothafucka, I can't be crushed.
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshittin' 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 rushin' 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.