If U Run Songtext
von DJ EFN
If U Run Songtext
Praise to the most high
Down with the devil
Let′s go
Sit high as I write on rhymes
Every line's like life online (Like life online)
So every time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life online ′cause my life online
And since life's online, when I write these rhymes
Ain't no time for lying (No time for lying)
So allow me to humbly chime
That when I write rhymes, I don′t write, man, I just rhyme
′Cause the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine design and now's my time
Mostly talkin′ to myself and people
Think I'm out my mind (Out my mind)
′Cause it's in my heart, there lives my art
Like Joan of Arc, I′ll be a mar-ter like they marked her
My only falter, I didn't alter
When I leave, I see a flyin' saucer
Before I sleep, read the works of Chaucer
Pretty young stripper girl, I accost her
We make love and sip on cough syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our mistress
Gifts you get when you are gifted
Bold and daring like Keith Haring
Crack is wack, now crack is back
′Cause every time I flip a word, it′s
Something like I'm flippin′ on a bird
I got the whole hood grippin' a pack
And every fiend with a rocket in his fifth pocket got a sack
That′ll send his ass to cardiac and that is a fact
Somethin' like you Hollywood Africans that walk around
Don′t know how to act (Don't know how to act)
John Michael Basquiat, you are not
You just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that went pop
You just a bitin′ nigga that went pop, that went pop
You ain′t no Biggie or Pac
From the era where your pen game real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
From the era where your pen game real
Givin′ niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
Passion of Christ with the passion of Pac
Surveillance on every ave, every block
Big brother, hoverin' above
Just catch a body, leavin′ prints, no gloves
Cashin' in on every inmate
Tryna stay focused, I gotta keep my pen straight
Fuck a federal vacation in Penn State
We got no plans how we get weight
Most blind to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds with the lines in my rhymes
Chuck D with a little Pusha T
Against all odds, nigga, what it′s gon' be?
I'm tryna see what Marshall saw
Pray it don′t happen for martial law
One life to live and the time steady tickin′
The people want most of the knots that they lickin'
Educated street nigga, heavy kush roller
The government a virus like Ebola
Yeah, either you with me or a soldier
From the era where your pen game real
Givin′ niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
From the era where your pen game real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
This is what I put my heart in
Livin′ my life behind bars, no pardon
Go ahead and act hard then
I've been gettin′ at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The flow about to hit you up, split you up
The coroner'll pick you up, yeah
I′m livin′ like a pair of virgin twins attached to each other
I don't give two fucks (Nah)
Nah, ′cause y'all wild as shit
You rappers sound like a pile of shit that fucked a palace shit
And then gave birth to a pile of shit, you paler shit
But I′m the chief rocker that keep vodka
The heat cocker, rock a beat proper
The boy colder than a meat locker, the
Street chopper, it sound like a beatboxer
Enemies stay steppin' when they meet a weapon
Gonna see they reverend, then they see the gates of heaven
It′s 187, me and DJ (BFF), we stay reppin'
From the era where your pen game real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
From the era where your pen game real
Givin′ niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
Down with the devil
Let′s go
Sit high as I write on rhymes
Every line's like life online (Like life online)
So every time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life online ′cause my life online
And since life's online, when I write these rhymes
Ain't no time for lying (No time for lying)
So allow me to humbly chime
That when I write rhymes, I don′t write, man, I just rhyme
′Cause the rhymes come out my mind
Defined by divine design and now's my time
Mostly talkin′ to myself and people
Think I'm out my mind (Out my mind)
′Cause it's in my heart, there lives my art
Like Joan of Arc, I′ll be a mar-ter like they marked her
My only falter, I didn't alter
When I leave, I see a flyin' saucer
Before I sleep, read the works of Chaucer
Pretty young stripper girl, I accost her
We make love and sip on cough syrup
Shouts out to my wife and our mistress
Gifts you get when you are gifted
Bold and daring like Keith Haring
Crack is wack, now crack is back
′Cause every time I flip a word, it′s
Something like I'm flippin′ on a bird
I got the whole hood grippin' a pack
And every fiend with a rocket in his fifth pocket got a sack
That′ll send his ass to cardiac and that is a fact
Somethin' like you Hollywood Africans that walk around
Don′t know how to act (Don't know how to act)
John Michael Basquiat, you are not
You just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that went pop
You just a bitin′ nigga that went pop, that went pop
You ain′t no Biggie or Pac
From the era where your pen game real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
From the era where your pen game real
Givin′ niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
Passion of Christ with the passion of Pac
Surveillance on every ave, every block
Big brother, hoverin' above
Just catch a body, leavin′ prints, no gloves
Cashin' in on every inmate
Tryna stay focused, I gotta keep my pen straight
Fuck a federal vacation in Penn State
We got no plans how we get weight
Most blind to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds with the lines in my rhymes
Chuck D with a little Pusha T
Against all odds, nigga, what it′s gon' be?
I'm tryna see what Marshall saw
Pray it don′t happen for martial law
One life to live and the time steady tickin′
The people want most of the knots that they lickin'
Educated street nigga, heavy kush roller
The government a virus like Ebola
Yeah, either you with me or a soldier
From the era where your pen game real
Givin′ niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
From the era where your pen game real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
This is what I put my heart in
Livin′ my life behind bars, no pardon
Go ahead and act hard then
I've been gettin′ at 'em since Eve was in the garden
The flow about to hit you up, split you up
The coroner'll pick you up, yeah
I′m livin′ like a pair of virgin twins attached to each other
I don't give two fucks (Nah)
Nah, ′cause y'all wild as shit
You rappers sound like a pile of shit that fucked a palace shit
And then gave birth to a pile of shit, you paler shit
But I′m the chief rocker that keep vodka
The heat cocker, rock a beat proper
The boy colder than a meat locker, the
Street chopper, it sound like a beatboxer
Enemies stay steppin' when they meet a weapon
Gonna see they reverend, then they see the gates of heaven
It′s 187, me and DJ (BFF), we stay reppin'
From the era where your pen game real
Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
From the era where your pen game real
Givin′ niggas that Scorsese feel
Welcome to the jungle
Titans of the game, you smart, remain humble
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