DDFH Lyrics
| Song | DDFH |
| Artist | Run The Jewels |
| Album | Run the Jewels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Killer Mike] | |
| Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo | |
| Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile | |
| My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad | |
| That boy in the hospital now he's lookin' bad | |
| And I'm with his momma and dad we lookin' sad | |
| My own mama called me said "Baby I'm just glad | |
| They ain't put they hands on my child and kill his ass. | |
| Please don’t rap about that shit 'fore they murder your black ass!" | |
| It's drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tooken | |
| And now you're understanding the definition of "Crooklyn" | |
| Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin, | |
| Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken' | |
| Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia | |
| That they charge by the hour, can't hire the Jewish lawyer | |
| Cause if you ain't Jigga or Puff you doin' time | |
| And even then you might get ten, word to Shyne | |
| [Hook] | |
| Do dope fuck hope (x2) | |
| [Verse 2: El-P] | |
| You don't wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future | |
| We'll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid | |
| Camouflage toughies'll touch your tufts roughly | |
| Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless | |
| Then laugh while you're humming the tune of bruised movements | |
| That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid | |
| (Everything compute?) Nah the truth is too tangled | |
| And even a satellite sees at one angle | |
| Burners radiate smoke 'till all's motionless | |
| Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit | |
| So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what? | |
| Look: ta-dah! The sound of your hopelessness | |
| I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us | |
| Right above the clouds there's a shroud there to smother us | |
| Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss | |
| Peel another round, make a sound that is thunderous | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1: Killer Mike | |
| Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo | |
| Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile | |
| My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad | |
| That boy in the hospital now he' s lookin' bad | |
| And I' m with his momma and dad we lookin' sad | |
| My own mama called me said " Baby I' m just glad | |
| They ain' t put they hands on my child and kill his ass. | |
| Please don' t rap about that shit ' fore they murder your black ass!" | |
| It' s drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tooken | |
| And now you' re understanding the definition of " Crooklyn" | |
| Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin, | |
| Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken' | |
| Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia | |
| That they charge by the hour, can' t hire the Jewish lawyer | |
| Cause if you ain' t Jigga or Puff you doin' time | |
| And even then you might get ten, word to Shyne | |
| Hook | |
| Do dope fuck hope x2 | |
| Verse 2: ElP | |
| You don' t wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future | |
| We' ll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid | |
| Camouflage toughies' ll touch your tufts roughly | |
| Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless | |
| Then laugh while you' re humming the tune of bruised movements | |
| That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid | |
| Everything compute? Nah the truth is too tangled | |
| And even a satellite sees at one angle | |
| Burners radiate smoke ' till all' s motionless | |
| Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit | |
| So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what? | |
| Look: tadah! The sound of your hopelessness | |
| I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us | |
| Right above the clouds there' s a shroud there to smother us | |
| Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss | |
| Peel another round, make a sound that is thunderous | |
| Hook |
| Verse 1: Killer Mike | |
| Cops in the ghetto they move like the Gestapo | |
| Drunk off their power and greed, they often hostile | |
| My little homie talked shit back and they beat him bad | |
| That boy in the hospital now he' s lookin' bad | |
| And I' m with his momma and dad we lookin' sad | |
| My own mama called me said " Baby I' m just glad | |
| They ain' t put they hands on my child and kill his ass. | |
| Please don' t rap about that shit ' fore they murder your black ass!" | |
| It' s drones over Brooklyn, you blink you could get tooken | |
| And now you' re understanding the definition of " Crooklyn" | |
| Pigs on parade but bacon fryin' and cookin, | |
| Cause kids tired of dying and walkin' round like they shooken' | |
| Cause we smoke sour to deal with the paranoia | |
| That they charge by the hour, can' t hire the Jewish lawyer | |
| Cause if you ain' t Jigga or Puff you doin' time | |
| And even then you might get ten, word to Shyne | |
| Hook | |
| Do dope fuck hope x2 | |
| Verse 2: ElP | |
| You don' t wanna look into my big crystal balls, suck the future | |
| We' ll moonwalk through flames with a brain on stupid | |
| Camouflage toughies' ll touch your tufts roughly | |
| Fluff your flat permanent, lump you up ruthless | |
| Then laugh while you' re humming the tune of bruised movements | |
| That took a few too many tabs to prove lucid | |
| Everything compute? Nah the truth is too tangled | |
| And even a satellite sees at one angle | |
| Burners radiate smoke ' till all' s motionless | |
| Hope? Nah, ha ha, slow down with the jokin' shit | |
| So inappropriate, right behind your ears is a what? | |
| Look: tadah! The sound of your hopelessness | |
| I can feel it too, from the ground rising up in us | |
| Right above the clouds there' s a shroud there to smother us | |
| Make a sane man walk around with a blunderbuss | |
| Peel another round, make a sound that is thunderous | |
| Hook |
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