Run Songtext
von Too Phat

First of all, take a deep breath
Then prepare yourself


I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh shit, we on?
At night I can′t sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a brother
I'm paranoid shaking while I′m sleeping in the covers
My father's always stressing I ain't living right
Cause I ain′t leave a club without a fucking fight
And every time my eyes close
I see him coming and blood keeps coming out my nose
My brotherhood crazy packing toolies
If any shit enemies related to me
I swear I′m feeling trailed by this sucker
I turn around, I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a beauty like my own
A red drop like my own
A black hat down like my own
Some might say take a chill B
But fuck that shit, a crazy motherfucker trying to kill me
Grill me, paranoid thoughts they thrill me
I′m running laps in my head before they chill me
Is it real or my mind just having fun?
Run, run

Run, run, where's that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind′s playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run
Run, run, where's that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind′s playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run


I date the best honeys
I drive a fast car, everybody know me
A fucking rap superstar
But late at night, ayo something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker′s head lights
Nearly got killed in ′01, but I'm a soldier
Fatal mistakes when I was young, but now I′m older
Yeah, I find peace at home and seldom go out
Convinced that my brains, yo somebody wanna blow out
Anonymous death threats on my cell phone
Fans and killers now have my number because I'm well known
Hell no, I seldom pick up or reply
I did before, but they do just holla "Chu Die"
I live by the sword
I bring my boys everywhere I go because I′m paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulders, peep around the corners
My mind's playing tricks on me

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased
Pluck from the memory the root of sorrow
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff′d bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart

Run, run, where's that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind's playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run
Run, run, where′s that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind′s playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run

This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Malik and Joe Flizzed were trick or treating
We sticking little kids for candies
Until we heard a scream, yo that must be daddy
So we speeded up the pace and took a look back
And he was right before our face
Joe give a Tyson jab, I give a Foreman hook
A drunken monkey kick, it left him torn and shook
He was going down we figured
But dude was like a Shaq and Hulk in one mixture
He stood about at least seven feet
Now that's a creep I be seeing in my sleep
So we double teamed on him
If Goliath going down, yo I probably put a beam on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared, then my boy disappeared too
It felt like a dream, I felt like a fiend
It wasn′t even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from fucking up the concrete
But who the fat kid with the fat gun?
If you see him, run

Run, run, where's that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind′s playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run
Run, run, where's that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind′s playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run
Run, run, where's that sun?
A big fat kid with a big fat gun
My mind's playing tricks in the midnight sun
Run, run

Hello, hello
I′m gonna kill you
You know who this is?
Hey, this M.C. Bomber Boy, rude boy
See me run tings and tings not run we
Aye look here you, look here little yute
Yeah, I listen to your album
I know you all wound up and ting
What′s up with you rude boy?
You know I'm saying, why you uptight rude boy?
I just came to tell you to chill, you know I′m saying
Stop faking the funk bubblegum boy
Me come like thunder
Me I put you six feet under, you know I'm saying
Me are the original punani inna gawk
And you are just ready fi die, you know I′m saying
Leave the punani for the big boy, you know I'm saying
Me kill yute fi fun
Bomboclaat!
Never mind, never mind rude boy
I just called you to just tell you to just chill bruh
Just chill