The Chase Lyrics - Rza

Burst, better run, better run for your life! 

Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo) 

Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof 

The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ... 

(Yo) Burst! 

Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission 

I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em 

Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers 

Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes 

Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man 

and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan 

What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck 

High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up 

Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire 

Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire 

Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode 

Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode 

Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers 

Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power 

Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs 

Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds 

I couldn't see, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me 

I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree 

It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over 

I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over 

to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER 

I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters 

I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck 

Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh 

and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left 

My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull 

It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off 

Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off 

Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi 

Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof 

The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me 

Killer Bee, fast lamborghini 

(repeat 2X) 

Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction 

One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me 

Count to three, jumped up, I fired back 

My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head 

like Dig Dug, partner crashes in 

with the infrared precision shots, just missin 

Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled 

Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow 

Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window 

Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball 

I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi 

Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof 

The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me 

Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini 

Bobby Steels on the track, word up 

Bout to escape with the tape 

Word up