Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Run, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Theory of Rhyme, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Just Run |
Life and death unite like a syndicate, |
Close your eyes, re-write the syllabus, |
Militant visions dun flicker like filaments, |
You best run from my spine-chilling images, |
Setting suns bringing darkness to pillagers, |
Planting a dart in the heart of Elizabeth, |
Hardly a bastard, you’re starved and carnivorous, |
After the answers, the path she’ll give to us, |
Laughter is missing and the martyrs are killing us, |
I’m past living calm, I’m enchanted and vigorous, |
Marching a path that will scar through your innocence. |
Your chances are slipping cuz this song is villainous, |
Enchanted by rhyme, I’ll be the last of the lyricists, |
Beating my chest like a drum, I’m so into this, |
Heartbreak, bitter twist, lost time to star gaze, |
Life’s too serious, mind is delirious. |
If you can’t stand the pressure, get out and just run, |
You’re all on your own, no guests or plus-one, |
Alone in your zone, you front, you’ll get stung, |
Just run, just run |
Some sink, some swim, some pray, some sin, |
I just live life with this ink that I trust in, |
Kick in the door like Biggie when I bust in, |
No .44 just lyrics, not a gun clip, |
Mind thinks, tongue spits, |
Wearing my heart on my sleeve like a cufflink, |
Body bears suffering, like runts of the offspring, |
Blunt and I’m xxxxxxxx but will cut deep like knives in your soft skin. |
Before I strike like a wasp sting, |
When noone’s watching, your watch ain’t worth watching, |
I stop the clock kid, that’s my prerogative, |
To grow like a botanist from stone-cold nothingness, |
The Holy Ghost got my soul so I follow it, |
And hold my bowl like I’m Oliver Twist, |
«I want more!» |
‘Cos every wish stays rotting in a bottomless pit, |
I won’t pause! |
If you can’t stand the pressure, get out and just run, |
You’re all on your own, no guests or plus-one, |
Alone in your zone, you front, you’ll get stung, |
Just run, just run |