Rubble Kings Theme (Dynamite) - Run the Jewels

I’ve seen Ak-47s

I’ve seen sawed off shotguns

I’ve seen all of this

I’ve seen dynamite on the streets

Surrounded by violence and murder

Say, we in the streets and we grippin' on heat

You got beef then we fryin' your burger

My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls

Is all I got, fuck with a murda

Will happen to you, I am certain

I’m certain as hell and I’m grippin' the tail of Satan himself: the serpent

We pullin' in no social service

We go in the store, they look nervous

So down me to hell, damn me to jail, like fuck you, we robbin' the merchants

The preachers sound silly in service

Convincin' my mama that all of the drama must certainly serve higher purpose

How fightin' could turn into curses

When I tell her any god that make it plenty hard really ain’t worth it to

worship

Man, I believe in my patches, man I believe in my fists

Man, I believe in bandanas and pistols and holdin' down, rockin' my sets

Born into turmoil and trouble, I became King of the Rubble

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dynamite on the streets

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dynamite on the streets

Everythin' out here is broken, or blemished and battered, and tattered, but mine

You let it burn and decay and created the kings of the cinder divine

I am done asking and pleading and begging you recognize I am alive

You are done walking inside of the section you’re treading in, there was a line

Cement block, hard rock, it don’t stop, get it, get it

Your whole block’s soft, it comes off like skittish bitches

We’re wolves to the bitter finish

Not full, gotta get it in, get it?

get us dinner

Violators tryna finish any little sentence, we will sentence sinners

It all stinks, but where we live is where the set’s sinkin'

They say sorry son accept it, same old song of the subjectors

Sorry sirs, but we don’t sing along to anthems or your pledges

In your garbage rose the rulers of the restless, do not test us

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dynamite on the streets

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy dynamite

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy, dy

Dynamite on the streets