| Song | Early Feat. Boots |
| Artist | Run The Jewels |
| Album | Run The Jewels 2 |
| [Verse 1: Killer Mike] | |
| It be feelin' like the life that I’m livin' man, I don't control | |
| Like every day I’m in a fight for my soul | |
| Could it be that my medicine’s the evidence | |
| For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol? | |
| And ask “why you’re here?” | |
| I just tell 'em cause it is what it is | |
| I live here and that’s what it is | |
| He chimed “you got a dime? | |
| I said “Man, I’m tryin' to smoke and chill | |
| Please don’t lock me up in front of my kids | |
| And in front of my wife | |
| Man, I ain’t got a gun or a knife | |
| You do this and you ruin my life | |
| And I apologize if it seems like I got out of line, sir | |
| Cause I respect the badge and the gun | |
| And I pray today ain't the day that you drag me away | |
| Right in front of my beautiful son” | |
| And he still put my hands in cuffs, put me in the truck | |
| When my woman screamed, said “shut up” | |
| Witness with the camera phone on | |
| Saw the copper pull a gun and | |
| Put it on my gorgeous queen | |
| As I peered out the window | |
| I could see my other kinfolk and | |
| Hear my little boy as he screamed | |
| As he ran toward the copper begged him not to hurt his momma | |
| Cause he had her face down on the ground | |
| And I’d be much too weak to ever speak what I seen | |
| But my life changed with that sound | |
| [Hook: Boots] | |
| Get out, get out, get out, get out | |
| Feeling this, feeling this too early | |
| Get out, get out, get out, get out | |
| Feeling this way, feeling this way | |
| Feeling this, feeling this too early | |
| Feeling this, feeling this early | |
| Early (x4) | |
| [Verse 2: El-P] | |
| It be feelin' like the life that I’m living man, I don’t control | |
| Cause every day I’m in a fight for my soul | |
| All hands below, high seas in a rickety boat | |
| Smoke o’s, so the kid might cope | |
| You want cash or hope, no clash, matter fact get both | |
| Go without get turnt to ghosts | |
| You know that's the law, deal done by the shake of claws | |
| It ain't a game if the ****t don’t pause | |
| And I find you odd, so convinced in the truth of y’all | |
| That the true truth’s truly gone | |
| And yes there's a they, any time a man say there's not | |
| Then you know that he lost the plot, what can I say? | |
| Truth’s truth when denied or not, like its true crews ride the **** | |
| Fair enough, the way that the beat bump do sound tough | |
| I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery | |
| Woke up in the same air you huff, early | |
| By twelve o’clock the whole Earth felt dirty | |
| Street Lamps stare when you walk watch the birdie | |
| They’ll watch you walk to the store they’re recording | |
| But didn’t record cop when he shot, no warning | |
| Heard it go pop, might have been two blocks | |
| Heard a kid plus pops watched, cop make girl bleed | |
| Go to home, go to sleep, up again, early | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1: Killer Mike | |
| It be feelin' like the life that I' m livin' man, I don' t control | |
| Like every day I' m in a fight for my soul | |
| Could it be that my medicine' s the evidence | |
| For pigs to stop and frisk me when they rollin' round on patrol? | |
| And ask " why you' re here?" | |
| I just tell ' em cause it is what it is | |
| I live here and that' s what it is | |
| He chimed " you got a dime? | |
| I said " Man, I' m tryin' to smoke and chill | |
| Please don' t lock me up in front of my kids | |
| And in front of my wife | |
| Man, I ain' t got a gun or a knife | |
| You do this and you ruin my life | |
| And I apologize if it seems like I got out of line, sir | |
| Cause I respect the badge and the gun | |
| And I pray today ain' t the day that you drag me away | |
| Right in front of my beautiful son" | |
| And he still put my hands in cuffs, put me in the truck | |
| When my woman screamed, said " shut up" | |
| Witness with the camera phone on | |
| Saw the copper pull a gun and | |
| Put it on my gorgeous queen | |
| As I peered out the window | |
| I could see my other kinfolk and | |
| Hear my little boy as he screamed | |
| As he ran toward the copper begged him not to hurt his momma | |
| Cause he had her face down on the ground | |
| And I' d be much too weak to ever speak what I seen | |
| But my life changed with that sound | |
| Hook: Boots | |
| Get out, get out, get out, get out | |
| Feeling this, feeling this too early | |
| Get out, get out, get out, get out | |
| Feeling this way, feeling this way | |
| Feeling this, feeling this too early | |
| Feeling this, feeling this early | |
| Early x4 | |
| Verse 2: ElP | |
| It be feelin' like the life that I' m living man, I don' t control | |
| Cause every day I' m in a fight for my soul | |
| All hands below, high seas in a rickety boat | |
| Smoke o' s, so the kid might cope | |
| You want cash or hope, no clash, matter fact get both | |
| Go without get turnt to ghosts | |
| You know that' s the law, deal done by the shake of claws | |
| It ain' t a game if the t don' t pause | |
| And I find you odd, so convinced in the truth of y' all | |
| That the true truth' s truly gone | |
| And yes there' s a they, any time a man say there' s not | |
| Then you know that he lost the plot, what can I say? | |
| Truth' s truth when denied or not, like its true crews ride the | |
| Fair enough, the way that the beat bump do sound tough | |
| I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery | |
| Woke up in the same air you huff, early | |
| By twelve o' clock the whole Earth felt dirty | |
| Street Lamps stare when you walk watch the birdie | |
| They' ll watch you walk to the store they' re recording | |
| But didn' t record cop when he shot, no warning | |
| Heard it go pop, might have been two blocks | |
| Heard a kid plus pops watched, cop make girl bleed | |
| Go to home, go to sleep, up again, early | |
| Hook |