If U Run Lyrics - Singles - Dj Efn

[Intro] 

If you run 

[Verse 1: Killer Mike] 

Sit high as I ride on rhymes 

Every line's like life on line, like life on line 

So every time I sit, write rhymes 

I write rhymes like life on line, cause my life on line 

And since life's on line when I write these rhymes 

It's no time for lyin', no time for lyin' 

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 

When 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 martyr, like they marked her 

My only faulter, 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 [?] her 

We make love, then 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 rippin' a pack 

And every fien with a rock and niggas flip, pocket got attacked 

That'll send his ass to cardiac 

And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood Africans 

That walk around, don't know how to act 

Don't know how to act 

Jean Michel Basquiat, you are not 

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 

[Hook] x2 

From the era where your pen game real 

Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel 

Welcome to the jungle 

Titans of the game, you're small, remain humble 

[Verse 2: Webbz] 

Passion of Christ with the passion of Pac 

Surveillance on every ave, every block 

Big brother, hoverin' above 

Kids catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no gloves 

Cashin' in on every inmate 

Tryna stay focused, I gotta keep my pen straight 

Fuck a federal vacation at Penn State 

We got no plane cause 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 all happen 'fore martial law 

One life to live and the time's steady tickin' 

The people want more so the nine's steady lickin' 

Educated street nigga, heavy kush roller 

The government a virus like ebola 

[Hook] x2 

[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED] 

This is what I put my heart in 

Livin' 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 will pick you up, bitch 

I'm livin' like a pair of virgin twins 

Attached to each other, I don't give two fucks 

Nah, cause y'all wild as shit 

You rappers sound like a pile of shit 

Fucked the pile of shit, and then gave birth to a pile of shit 

You pile of shit 

But I'm the Chief Rocka that keep vodka 

The heat cocker, rock a beat proper 

The boy colder than a meat locker 

The street chopper, it sound like a beat boxer 

Enemies stay steppin' 

When they meet a weapon, they gon' see their reverend 

When they see the gates of Heaven, it's 187 

Me and DJ EFN, we stay reppin' 

[Hook] x2