Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Runaway, artist - Madchild.
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Song language: English
Runaway |
It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now |
It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now |
Not so everywhere I go I hold it down |
That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (it's goin' down) |
(You can run but you can’t hide) |
Now, yeah, I am still a little monster, |
Still a Swollen Member, rip it up at every concert |
Lost a few years and we lost a couple sponsors |
But now I want it all and I am back to f*cking conquer so |
(I've come to take what’s mine, naw, we’ve come to take what’s ours) |
Look, I became a serpent lyin' perfectly flat |
Poppin' Percocets 'til everything went purple and black |
I was lyin' on the dirt with the shirt on my back |
Got up and wiped myself off and now I’m circling back |
Here I come, and now my boys are surviving |
spreading through the internet like poisonous ivy |
Or a virus, or a forest fire, call me «Cyrus"the battleaxe warrior |
I was shipwrecked for a quick sec, |
I felt like Tom Hanks with a volleyball (Ha ha ha ha) |
Fists clenched so tight I got white knuckles |
I been killin' it since B-boy belt buckles |
Old school on some Popeye eating spinach fights |
Roll up in a MCM suit and a pair of British Knights |
They drank Cristal I drank a dolla pop |
I’m the type to stay and fight 'til someone fall or drop |
They look like the type to run away and call the cops |
Such a sh*t half rat, half lollipop |
(You can run but you can’t hide) |
It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now |
It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now |
Not so everywhere I go I hold it down |
That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (So tough!) |
Bipolar manic depressant that’s my reality |
Gifted narcissist with an addictive personality |
Mortifying, fortified, bonafide champion |
War supply, over-sized, more than gargantuan |
(You can run but you can’t hide) |
(Yeah… run!) |
My medulla oblongata 'bout to massacre a slaughter |
Cause I’m here to rock the planet like Afrika Bambaataa |
And I’ve been waitin' for the right moment to strike |
While I’m holding the mic, cause I’m a soldier that fights |
Premeditated systematic attacks, |
The assassin from the Vatican’s back, spittin' radical facts |
Most rappers spit theatrical crap for me to move ahead I had to go back |
I explode on the track, |
The larger picture still alludes you, |
From Swollen Members, we are not here to confuse you |
So f*ck all of the smoke and mirrors |
It’s the Spiderman, the Silver Surfer, man I hope you hear us |
Who’s liver, but too diverse |
Like a pink mohawk into new sideburns |
I refuse to be old broke and haggard |
So I reveal my face under this cloaking dagger |
When they tell my story let 'em say that I walk with giants |
This isn’t rap, this is textbook math and science |
I spot a kiss when it come down to the art of this |
A martyr, but these other murderers they want no part of this |
You f*ckin' started it, I’ll f*cking finish it, |
This is my business and I don’t leave no witnesses |
(You can run but you can’t hide) |
It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now |
It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now |
Not so everywhere I go I hold it down |
That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (So!) |
(You can run but you can’t hide) |
Runaway |