Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If U Run, artist - DJ EFN
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
If U Run |
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 up cost 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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' |
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 |
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 |