Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run , by - Flatlinerz. Song from the album U.S.A., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2012
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Run |
| Hold Up, Hold Up |
| Silence! |
| Ladies and gentleman! |
| Boys and girls! |
| It’s dying time! |
| 1: Redrum |
| A bullet to kill, That’s why im ill |
| For the real blood spill, the chills |
| Comes are you getting the feel of grazes? |
| Heaven to hell, (Help me!)? |
| You better be leaving now, or else we |
| Have to kill your daughters, they caught us |
| And brought us to the cemetary (Yes Yes!) |
| Put us in the slaughters, pray to the lord |
| He ignored you hord, now the liners is coming to |
| Gut you with the corse, We got so live (Evil!) |
| Live (Evil!) No matter where you run, we see you |
| And I wouldn’t wanna be you! |
| The blood of your crew runs like water |
| Run, Run! |
| For the what’cha every waters! |
| Left, Stressed, chase |
| As I sliver |
| The grains your pain give a free of flesh forever |
| Watch out behind you, because I’m coming to find you |
| Red from and seven your run don’t let me have to remind you! |
| Run, run, run, for your life |
| Graveyard niggas on the streef, let trust |
| Run, run, run, for your life |
| Flatlinerz gonna you killing at knife |
| 2: Tempest |
| Creeping up for once (?) |
| I come with the canniballs |
| I beat on certains fronts |
| And leave the rest for my animals |
| Now tales are tasty, terror |
| Flatlinerz error, That is couldn’t plannin' (Yes?) I’m a mirror |
| To all your groups, I’m through with my troops |
| With the horror based lines and the loots |
| While you boots |
| Now deep down with the? |
| Get the picture, check my scriptures |
| Watch me rip you, funky fixtures |
| It’s all in the mixture? |
| Like a mothaf****** tomb |
| Now what are you gonna do, when they are |
| Coming through cause, one two death is coming for you |
| So go and? |
| your luck, I’m screeching like a truck |
| Around the corner, I’ll see you around the? |
| 3: Gravedigger [? |
| A money maker, (?) the undertaker? |
| I flip words,? |
| one strange bird? |
| My animal magnetism? |
| Bring it on, I put my knife right |
| Through ya leg? |
| From the deep dark dimension, should I be mentioned, I be lynching |
| To the top, to the death I fill my soul with vengence |
| Picture a? |
| with the second |
| Niggas that played their self around my way |
| They got?, Syndrome? |
| Comin' up and down the surface? |
| So what’s the purpose? |