Run For Cover

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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