Lyrics:

Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run for cover
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Here I go again, ready to flow again
Better hope my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic get warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm
Jet for the exit, why hang around
Words that I found, make the mic melt down
If you stay, better cooperate, 'cause I amputate
And whoever don't break, I'mma suffocate
Leave 'em wit' asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre master that has a
Power to build and destroy at the same time
So track the wack and the right and exact'll shine
Make the beat overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot, when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand, to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
'Cause I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
As if I escaped from Vietnam
Some people label me lethal
Lyrics I made then put beats to
Format, collapse your lungs, twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create a iller scene
Eric B-eing the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook'em up to a respirator
Cause it's mister sufficator
What I write is like shovin' a mic down your windpipe
Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write
No mic-to-mouth resuscitation is necessary
No obituary, and nothin' left to bury
As he strikes on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'mma strike again
I meditate off the break, 'til the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds, run for cover
Run, run, run
Run, run
Evacuate the buildin', danger
'Cause I came to explain a
Strategy, that'll be, tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell timber
Buildings collapse in, rappers gettin' trapped in
Areas closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barricade the cross-fade
Put a detour sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence
The weapon I use, and been usin' ever since
The days in the park when, rap was a art then
Plus I was dominant, determined, and dark-skinned
Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's living large, better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Surround by a sound of the beatdown another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot, better not stay put
Whole place shook 'til the mic's unhooked
Then you got seven minutes to vacate the premises
Lyrics'll echo, soon as the break finishes
Don't act wild, single file to the door
No need for a encore, just clear the floor
'Cause my mic's about to self-destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
'Cause minutes from now it won't be standin'
Then send out a APB
All poets beware of a brother like me
Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
How many bitin' MCs could I capture?
Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take over they route, play 'em out like a Cub Scout
So leave troopin' for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score
'Cause me and the drummer make drama, and that's
Word to mother, run for cover
Run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run
Yes

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