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