Blockbuster Night Part 1
Run the Jewels Lyrics


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Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless
Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' brutal
I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo
I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money buku
My beats is bangin', fuck what you rappin', who produced you?
I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you

You itsy bitsy furry fright and frickin' sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em
I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our brand where destruction's the number one commitment
It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the smoke like we're fuckin' magicians

No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice
Top of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers
We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders
You punks is pussy proverbial pansy panty holders
I Jake the Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killing cunts in my colosseum
They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen

I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
Any cow that is sacred will get deface'd
Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, face it
The fellows at the top are likely rapists
But you like "Mellow out man, just relax, it's really not that complicated"
Well pardon me, I guess I'm just as sane as you explain'ed
Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange'd

This Run The Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotics use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it
That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin coffin
I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin
The gates of hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin'
I give a fuck if I'm late, tell Satan be patient




But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
And tell 'em fuck 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Run the Jewels's "Blockbuster Night Part 1" are filled with violent and confronting images. The first verse starts off by describing the physical punches and shootings that are thrown in order to "Run the Jewels," or to steal and conquer the wealth and privilege of the world. This is juxtaposed with references to ancient African leaders like Shaka Zulu and Mansa Musa, who were known for their wealth and power. The second verse takes on a more introspective tone, with El-P rapping about his own twisted and violent nature, while Killer Mike describes himself as a "little prickly" and "furry fright." The line about "Winter swimming" seems to suggest that he is living dangerously and taking risks. The final verse takes on a more philosophical tone, with the rappers reflecting on the idea of morality and whether it is possible to justify acts of violence and depravity.


The imagery in "Blockbuster Night Part 1" is deliberately visceral and disturbing. The lyrics describe graphic violence and destruction, but they also suggest a sense of nihilism and hopelessness. The rappers present themselves as outsiders who are willing to do whatever it takes to survive and thrive in a world that is hostile and unforgiving. The song seems to be a commentary on the social and political climate of the United States, where wealth and privilege are concentrated in the hands of a few and where violence and inequality are ever-present.


Line by Line Meaning

Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless
We are coming at you with a barrage of punches until you are defeated.


Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles
We are firing many bullets at our enemies' heads.


Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' brutal
Our previous music showed how vicious we can be.


I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
I am not making any sense, I am completely insane.


You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo
You other rappers are terrible in comparison to us.


I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money buku
I am like powerful African rulers and I have a lot of money.


My beats is bangin', fuck what you rappin', who produced you?
Our music is so good that we do not care about any other rappers or producers.


I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you
We are going to beat you up and take everything that you have. We are Run The Jewels.


You itsy bitsy furry fright and frickin' sickly
You are weak and fragile, like a tiny animal.


A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
You are uncomfortable and exposed, like a naked person swimming in cold water.


Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living
These other rappers are like defenseless kittens and we are going to shoot them.


I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em
We do illegal things and then disappear, leaving no trace behind.


I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
I would help these other rappers, but they are only focused on fighting.


We run our brand where destruction's the number one commitment
We are all about causing chaos and destruction.


It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
Life is a joke, from the beginning of birth to the end of death.


So we disappear in the smoke like we're fuckin' magicians
We vanish without a trace, like magicians performing a trick.


No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice
This is not magic, we are warning our enemies.


Top of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers
Good morning, I am going to punch you in the face.


We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders
We are huge and powerful, standing on the shoulders of our weaker opponents.


You punks is pussy proverbial pansy panty holders
You other rappers are weak and cowardly.


I Jake the Snake 'em, DDT 'em in mausoleums
I will take down my enemies and throw them in crypts.


Macabre massacres killing cunts in my colosseum
I enjoy brutally murdering people in my own arena.


They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
These other rappers are fake and are only pretending to be tough.


I'd fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen
I would stop trying to be famous if I had to engage in sexual acts.


I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I am the worst and there is no question about it.


I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
I am like a penis, ejaculating on people's faces.


Any cow that is sacred will get deface'd
We do not care about anything that is considered sacred.


Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, face it
Even the worst people will eventually be replaced.


The fellows at the top are likely rapists
The people who are in charge are probably committing sexual assault.


But you like 'Mellow out man, just relax, it's really not that complicated'
But some people will tell you to calm down and not worry about it.


Well pardon me, I guess I'm just as sane as you explain'ed
I guess I am just as normal as you explained.


Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange'd
Or maybe it is insane to praise evil behavior.


This Run The Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music
Our music is all about violence, chaos, and rhythm.


Psychotics use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it
Some people will use our music to fuel their own mental illnesses or drug addictions.


That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin coffin
We are going to get people killed with our music, just like Phillip Seymour Hoffman died of a drug overdose.


I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin
I will probably have a lot of marijuana on me when I die.


The gates of hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin'
Hell is ominous and eager to receive me.


I give a fuck if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
I do not care if I am late to my own death, Satan can wait for me.


But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
I am not planning to stay alive for a long time, I am just enjoying life while I can.


And tell 'em fuck 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations
And tell everyone who has ever doubted or betrayed me that I hate them and goodbye.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Jaime Meline, Michael Santigo Render

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Lyrics:
[Killer Mike]
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless
Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas' noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' brutal
I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby shit, just basic boo boo
I’m Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money buku
My beats is bangin’, fuck what you rappin’, who produced you?
I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you

[El-P]
You itsy bitsy furry fright and frickin' sickly
A little prickly, dick on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, Mike, I'mma rat-a-tat 'em for living
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em
I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our brand where destruction's the number one commitment
It’s all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the smoke like we're fuckin' magicians

[Killer Mike & El-P]
No hocus pocus, you simple suckers been served a notice
Top of the morning, my fist to your face is fucking Folgers
We might be giants, standing on little dandy shoulders
You punks is pussy proverbial pansy panty holders
I Jake the Snake ‘em, DDT ‘em in mausoleums
Macabre massacres killing cunts in my colosseum
They all actors, giving top in back of a BM
I’d fall back if the casting calls are ending in semen

[El-P]
I'm the foulest, no need for any evaluations
I'm a phallus for Johnson and Jimmy spraying faces
Any cow that is sacred will get deface'd
Like any tyrant murderer gets replaced, face it
The fellows at the top are likely rapists
But you like "Mellow out man, just relax, it's really not that complicated"
Well pardon me, I guess I'm just as sane as you explain'ed
Or maybe sanctifying the sadistic is derange'd

[Killer Mike]
This Run The Jewels is, murder, mayhem, melodic music
Psychotics use it then lose it, junkies simply abuse it
That's word to Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I'm pushin coffin
I probably smell like a pound when they put me in a coffin
The gates of hell are pugnaciously pacin', waitin'
I give a fuck if I'm late, tell Satan be patient
But I ain't here for durations, I'm just taking vacations
And tell 'em fuck 'em, I never loved 'em and salutations



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@SineOccasu

"Top of the morning,
My fist to your face is fucking Folgers"

LOL favorite line!

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100%

@satchmo2

DDT em in mausoleums

@Mii4210

FACTS! 😂

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