Смысл текста песни "Panther Like a Panther (Miracle Mix)" исполнителя "Run The Jewels"

[El-P:]

I'll flood the speakers with heat seekers and keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery pussy evening of Easter, I'll leave a print on her keester, I suck the clit and release it if it will please her, I'll kneel to her, best believe make a meal of her...

Thank you.

Told the preacher I love her,

He said that God was her lover

I said if he really loves her, then he would love that we're lovers.

I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble,

In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble.

Give me a 10, and I'll double,

I'll split your face like some aces,

I got a fragrance I'm wearing called, "I will shit on you basics".

The money wants me to have it, I have a hunger for data,

I'm crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes while I'm at it,

I'm doing more than just rapping, you have to grant me that dap, when you around where I'm at, just know that it is not where you at, I'm not on your map, I'm a mystery to you captains of industry, if the 'matic is missing me, automatic, it's victory, hey!

[Hook:]

I'm the shit!

Lookin' at the money like it's mine to get.

I'm the shit, bitch!

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist!

I'm the shit!

Lookin' at the money like it's ours to get.

I'm the shit, bitch!

Everybody live throw the pistol and fist!

[Killer Mike:]

We the grimy and gritty, made it the Grammy committees,

Got told that we spit it too vicious and would never see victory,

And I refuse to play humble as though my dick itty bitty,

I got banana dick, your bitch go ape shit if she hit it.

Meanwhile, you're too nervous, Pervis, that's why you never get service,

And me, I caught the preacher's wife workin' 'fore Sunday service,

I put my hand up her skirt and then we prayed for a purpose, I baptized her in Jesus name, left her shakin' and squirtin'.

Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and did that shit there on purpose, see, I'm a pervert with purpose that make you question your purpose.

Run the Jewels'll arrive at arenas,

Bunch of blood thirsty hyenas,

To get revenge on the kingdoms that killed the dreams of the dreamers.

Drank alcohol for the demons,

Sip lean with all of the schemers,

You see he groove with the people, move with the mind of a genius,

You see, he workin' the angles so he ain't never an angel,

They wanna get you to hang him, well, give those fuckers a finger!

[Hook:]

I'm the shit!

Lookin' at the money like it's mine to get.

I'm the shit, bitch!

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist!

I'm the shit!

Lookin' at the money like it's ours to get.

I'm the shit, bitch!

Everybody live throw the pistol and fist!

[El-P:]

Welcome to Fuckyoupalooza, we bruisin' any who movin', who wanna stan' for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it,

I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies, I went to school in the 80's, taking the train with the crazies.

New York, New York is the mothership where I used to smoke dust and shit, now, I'm crop dustin' fuckers, suck it up and you'll love the shit, no more games, I'm above the shit,

Butter me up for nothing, I'm taking all of your ducats cause I can call when you're bluffing.

[Killer Mike:]

Who thought the son of Denise would be the leader of people

When he was your house at Morehouse, slangin' pounds of the reefer?

Sat with potential presidents and said the p should be legal as reparations for what this nation has done to my people.

I'm a pervert, a poet, I ain't a saint, and I know it,

Been a crook and cooked the books but never shorted no whores,

Promoters comp me the Moët, I'm the man and I know it, I'm the shit, bitch, tell me, how could I not show it?

[Hook:]

I'm the shit!

Lookin' at the money like it's mine to get.

I'm the shit, bitch!

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist!

I'm the shit!

Lookin' at the money like it's ours to get.

I'm the shit, bitch!

Everybody live throw the pistol and fist!