Where Ya Gonna Run

We gonna do this one a little different. Tryna test the waters

(Where you gonna run)

(Where you gonna run)

I write underground climb up, this a new line up

Niggaz fight your way through

If you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the fuck through

Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down

Dance like rudy huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know

Hands in the air, knees in, knees out

Drop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's go

I write ten years deep and tenure's still deep

My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat

I meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the least

And I'm struggling still hustle to eat

I must be built with adam and eve skin

While y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in

With your heart poking through on your arm stupid

Drop more bombs than on saddam's house unarmed

My mouth's a weapon I shout like armguard steppin'

Didn't need to get loud, no disrepect

But you know the jean is threat to your checks

Niggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attack

Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track

And now I finally got some heat is good, let it be known

I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone

Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya

To quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up

Where you gonna run

Where you gonna run

Where you gonna ruuuuuun

Where you gonna ruuuuuun

Where you gonna hide

Where you gonna ruuuuuun

Where you gonna ruuuuuun

(Kweli)

Yeah come on, yeah come on

Watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track

What get the sack, eyes low like friskin' cat

My flow get cap throw they gun like official nas

I'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonat

Diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glass

Your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash

Screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay

Niggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' jean grae

Sick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot

Let the pride and move the cattle

Y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal

You baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me

Me? I don't like the taste this shit's gamey

Like magazines telling lies and star wars like dick chaney

It sucks though they losing they flavor like now and laters

When I bust them niggas run for the hills like al queda

She lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm

Why y'all iggin' me for sure

Jean is synonymous to chivalry

Open doors but I step through first

Test the waters and I pee in them got no network

But now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead

Only led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapid

It's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actors

What tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is

Get mauled like roy the alter boy

I'll jet through you like a jet through flight, I'm unemployed

You still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level

You face screwed ugly

I'm chasing all you club bunnies

And racing you tackle you down

Take your money with your chest on the ground

I know it's foul, what you gonna do now

(I think it's time you gave it up!)