JU$T

作曲：Jaime Meline,Michael Render,Pharrell Williams,Torbitt Schwartz,Wilder Schwartz,Zack de la Rocha

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 (shit)

Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters (ay)

Posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters (ay)

Posin' on yo' dollar (get it)

Look at all these slave masters (ay)

Posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters

Ay

Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' 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 many times (for real)

Am I a hypocrite 'cause I know I did plenty crimes? (yes, I'm ill)

I get broke too many times, I might ** some dimes (back to trappin')

You believe corporations runnin' **? (How that happen? Ooh)

And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)

Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)

And I told you once befo' that you should kill your master (it's true)

Now that's the line that's probably gon' get my ** **assinated (yeah-yeah, yeah)

Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (slave, yeah)

Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (slave)

The Thirteenth Amendment says that slavery's abolished (shit)

Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it)

Look at all these slave masters (ay)

Posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters (ay)

Posin' on yo' dollar (get it)

Look at all these slave masters (ay)

Posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters

(Confucius said)

Man, you better duck out, get the bag and then bug out (uh)

Try to run home, you might run your luck out

'Cause just when your bases loaded

They'll roll a grenade in the dugout (you're out)

Earth folk, not a mellow bunch

We got our thumbs in the air like hell or bust (uh)

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 **

Got a Vonnegut punch for your Atlas shrugs

They love to not love it's just that dumb

Lord, sweet Buddha please make me numb

Brain bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba

Just found out his creator's stupid

Lit by the supermoon, 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 chokehold cops still earnin' a livin'

Funny how some say money don't matter

That's rich now, isn't it, get it? Comedy

Try to sell a pack a smokes to get food

Get killed and it's not an anomaly

But hey, it's just money

Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (slave, yeah)

Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (slave)

Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (shit, yeah)

Look at all these slave masters (yeah-yeah)

Let it sink in (yeah)

2020, run the map

Raw, uncut, yeah 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

C4 when I run it back

Like a track star, run a record lap?

Nah, like when his needle catch (yeah)

Clean look, poet pugilist

A shooters view, a Zapruder flick (yeah)

Too rude for ya rudiments

Who convinced you you could move against the crew?

In this, comin' up through the fence

Off shore outta Port-au-Prince (yeah)

Overture left his fingerprints

On our hearts at the gate and the world our residence

How can we be the peace?

When the beast gonna reach for the worst (yeah)

Tear all the flesh off the Earth

Stage set for a deafening reckoning

Quick like the pace of a verse

So I'm questioning this quest for things

As a recipe for early death threatening (yeah)

But the breath in me is weaponry

For you, it's just money