Get a dose, a dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow / Got a wire or two unlodgin’, I’ll set a fire down below / I’ll hang it up when you say, “Sorry, I didn’t know” / Prolly got a year or ten to go, so let’s go / I don’t really know how to go slow / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker’s cold (Ayy) / You in the wrong mode, you open and closin’ your hole, it’s a no go / This whole world’s a shit moat, filled to the brim like Gitmo / When you think it don’t get mo’ low it limbo ’til the sticks on flo’ / All oppression’s born of lies, I don’t make the rules, I’m just one guy / All due respect, if getting spit on’s how respect is now defined / Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there’s a line / It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that’s their design / Funny fact about a cage, they’re never built for just one group / So when that cage is done with them and you still poor, it come for you / The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used / You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (Oops) / Pseudo-Christians, y’all indifferent, kids in prisons ain’t a sin? Shit / If even one scrap of what Jesus taught connected, you’d feel different / What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don’t get it / I’d say you lost your goddamn minds if y’all possessed one to begin with

Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (cold…)

Yeah, ho, Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels / We back on our shit, and it’s cold as fuck

The way I see it, you’re probably freest from the ages one to four / Around the age of five you’re shipped away for your body to be stored / They promise education, but really they give you tests and scores / And they predictin’ prison population by who scoring the lowest / And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me / And every day on the evening news, they feed you fear for free / And you so numb, you watch the cops choke out a man like me / Until my voice goes from a shriek to whisper, “I can’t breathe” / And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV / The most you give’s a Twitter rant and call it a tragedy / But truly the travesty, you’ve been robbed of your empathy / Replaced it with apathy, I wish I could magically / Fast forward the future so then you can face it / And see how fucked up it’ll be / I promise I’m honest / They coming for you the day after they comin’ for me / I’m readin’ Chomsky, I read Bukowski, I’m layin’ low for a week / I said somethin’ on behalf of my people and I popped up in Wikileaks / Thank God that I’m covered, the devil come smothered / And you know the evil don’t sleep / Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets before he laid down in his grave / All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin’ but slaves / Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the State

Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold / Just got done walkin’ in the snow / Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (cold…)

Who really wanna run it with the Jewel Runners? / Go hellfire hot in a new sauna / It’s a cold winter, baby, and a cruel summer / I suicide bomb in the blue Hummer / And emerge out the side, not a bruise on ’em / Bad news come in twos, son, do somethin’ / Treat beats like a wet thigh, chew on ’em / Got a stroke row crew on ’em, move on ’em / We be the heroes, the breakers of chains, and the busters of locks (locks…) / You be them suckers supportin’ them snitches that talk to the cops / This the Illmatic of turning your face into fucker foie gras / I’m not so sure opportunity’s knocking, it’s probably the law / Word to the old school tape decks / I get Radio Raheem respect / My Nike pendant sacred / Similar to the Ghostface bracelet / Fire in the hole, oh, no joke / Prolly go broke just off smoke / Fuck are we gonna do, not smoke? / Get a job, play the role, be adults? / Nah, I’ma do me, arigato (gato…)

First of all, they cheated (Ha-ha) / ’Cause they, one of ’em black and the other one white (Uh-huh) / So if you don’t like ’em, you automatically racist (Ah, oh, well)

[By Jaime Meline – Lola Mitchell – Michael Render – Torbitt Schwartz – Wilder Zoby Schwartz © Jewel Runners / Rbc / Bmg, 2020]