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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 One more time