Смысл текста песни "Jeopardy" исполнителя "Run The Jewels"

[Killer Mike:]

I'm up at midnight,

I'm dippin off in my Nizzikes,

A gun and a metal pizzipe, ,

A knizzife is to my rizzight,

I'm lurkin servin on pussies, who lack a purpose,

I've got em filled up with frizzight like, “Mizzike, is you all rizzight?”

I'm lookin lurkin on bitches twerkin for service,

The bitches bag is a Birkin,

I'm yellin screamin and cursin,

I'm puttin pistols in faces at random places like,

“Bitch, give it up or stand adjacent to Satan!”

Bad man

Chillin, the villains is here,

No Jesuses here,

I hear the demons in my ear,

And I want it, I need it, see it, I take it,

Never fake it,

Rap you motherfuckers up,

Leave you naked,

The jewel runners,

Top tag team for two summers.

Live and let live, fuck you, cuz,

Cause that's a fool's honor,

I'm walkin totin on two llamas,

You ngas ass and trash, and trash,

Fuck it, I'm too honest!

So fuck you fuckboys forever!

I hope I said it politely,

And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey,

You meet another pair better,

Highly unlikely.

And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, then fight me,

I live for the thrill of the kill, yes, it excites me.

You know your favorite rapper ain't shit,

And me, I might be,

The closest representation of God you might see,

Pay honors like your momma young sonna and take a right knee.

The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, circa nine three,

Mix the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me,

I spit with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B,

Prevail through Hell, so Satan, get thee behind me!

[El-P:]

I've never been much of shit, by most measurements, dont exist on the radar a little blip in the shadow of motherships,

Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin, like the sign on my back says "stab me", my soul is your little bitch.

But maybe you should be careful when flipping a strangers switch, like assuming the war is won aint a symptom of arrogance,

When nothing to lose, a step up then everythings for the win, so we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dick.

I live to spit on your grave, my existence is to disgrace you,

The kitten became a lion that look at your face like, “Great food!”

That's why we got the people behind us

While other rappers are vaginas for the fame, the jewel runners will always stay rude.

Motherfuck your permission,

Was never yours to begin with,

And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking prison.

I been here making raw shit and never asked to be lauded,

Run the Jewels is the answer, your question is "What's poppin'?"