Back on my day shift, I got my tools and my lunch box I'm on my grind, full time, but I never punch clocks I'm more than muscles, not a dumb jock, no tough talk But I could wipe you cum wads up with just one sock That's right Ok you said I never had a chance But I keep proving that this shit is not an accident Traffic jammed, I've had it man, smashing through like batter rams Always stay connected like my data plan I calm your nerves like Lorazepam Magic man, mesmerizing like my lava lamp But I could snap like elastic bands And I can be a real prick like a cactus plant Now bring it back again I got you flocking like the Vatican Pack em'in, turn the music up and let me rattle em'
Run Run Run Run for the hills and try Try to run with me Try to take a run at me I, I run the beat Still you wanna front on me But I don't think so, no, I-I don't think so
If ya know what's good for ya, then put your mic down Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might drown I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down And I mean right now And if you know what's good for ya better watch ya mouth Cause you don't know what you talkin bout Eh yo, my parents always told me you can't recycle garbage But as an artist you proving that's far fetched And you the hardest... to listen to, trash man So say good bye to your career jazz hands Yea, I'm a titty and an ass man At the cheapest strip club getting a lap dance Masked man, boner in my track pants Disappearing in the dark night like I'm batman Back to my cave in the early morn Looking run down like those chicks off of Jersey Shore Dog tired, body all hurt and sore Please have mercy lord, pick me off the dirty floor And pick a path we gone run till we collapse Get the people on their feet and get the haters off their ass
Run Run Run Run for the hills and try Try to run with me Try to keep my company I, I run the beat Still you wanna front on me But I don't think so, no no I don't think so
Now don't be mad at my cocky behavior Or the bragging and boasting it's my competitive nature I'm an mc I'm suppose to act like I'm the illest And I know I ain't the best but I'm confortable where my skill is And that makes me the realest be honest, plus No ones fucking with my catalogue of concepts When it comes to live shows and beats, I'm the complete package Ready for some action no dig in get some traction and
Run Run Run Run for the hills and try Try to run with me Try to keep my company I, I run the beat Still you wanna front on me But I don't think so, no no I don't think so
Compositores: Luke Donald Boyd (Classified), David Mark Christensen, Glenn Daniel Macdonnell ECAD: Obra #17403708