A new collaboration dropped between Rick and Morty & Run The Jewels, Oh Mama wasn’t on my radar until this film clip, wonder if I’d ever get my own mother to watch this?

A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
Fuck with us
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly

I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
I tell her, “Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break”

They want us dying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
But I ain’t crying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
You raised a lion, mama
I ain’t lying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said, “I’m trying mama”

I was already on a serious Run The Jewels binge, especially with my week back in New York, smashing those streets and pushing away all the noise needs a good beat, some war drums to keep you moving forward.

A little toast to the no ones with a nod to the masses
To the ones with the riches, from the ones who the rags fit
A little smoke for the gone boys, a little nod to the spirits
We’re still here running ‘round screaming, they’re still here pointing and laughing

Got hope for the living, got prayers for the dead
In the sky, got whiskey and rye for the voices in my head
Got kush for the pain, the world is dangerous
Driven great men insane, anchor themselves with angel dust

You say you wanna be my leader, I think you wanna be my God
You say you on the side of the righteous (right) I say I’m gonna hang with the wrong
There’s truth where the filth is, there’s lies in the law

Team that up with this favorite I’ve been hitting up since my holidays back in Perth and you’ve got enough encouragement to walk through the Devil’s Lair (JP Morgan, Chase, DB, et al) for a week, and to keep-your-fucking-power-dry and head down while you do it.

Placed where the steel and cement became nature
Love what you did with the place, it looks gorgeous
Cityscape where the blood of good men courses
And the dreamers are bull trapped in porcelain
Take a knee to the gods and get horse shit

Don’t fret little man, don’t cry
They can never take the energy inside you were born with
Knowing that, understand you could never be poor
You already won the war, you were born rich
You can only take the energy you had
Going back to the realm or the home where your lord is
Whoever, whatever that lord is
Couldn’t give a fuck if you ever made fortunes
Fuck anyone ever tryin’ to run that punk shit
Send ‘em to the flames where the orcs live
Them and the lost minds thinking they’re smarter than us
Don’t understand love’s importance
And we can weaponize that, bring ‘em back to the truth
Where the ashes and dust got formed in

Thanks for the week New York, I’ll be seeing ya. Thanks for helping me survive another week Run The Jewels.