Runaway Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Take it back to the roots

Yo

From the beginning of time

I was there, spitting these rhymes, it just ain't fair

You can see it, (uh), with your eyes

You can be it, that's them motherfuckin' lies

It's not vulgar, (uh), it's just attitude

Gun out the holster, tell you the truth, I ain't really feelin' them dudes

I got soul, all of us do

Africana in those veins, I'm motherfuckin' talkin' to you

It's not vulgar, (uh), it's just real

Gun back in a holster, come closer so that you can feel

Who better than you, (uh) who better than we

They been on me too since we got here from the motherfuckin' sea

Run Nigga Run (ohh)

Run Nigga Run

Run Nigga Run (ohh)

Run Nigga Run

Run Nigga Run (ohh)

Run Nigga Run

Run Nigga

Run Nigga (ohh)

Run Nigga

Run Nigga

Can't be contained, my spirit just too insane

Stay burnin' just like a flame, everything too gain

Stay wearin' that big old chain, so you won't forget my name

No, not Kurt Cobain, I'm Mr. Coltrane

I'm critically profane, spiritually pre-ordained

Destructive like hurricane, on the mic, I'm Charlemagne

Is we done or is we thru

You don't know what the fuck that I've been through

Lions, tigers, bears, that Brooklyn Zoo

Now who the fuck you think you talkin' to

I ain't goin' back to jail, my mama said give him hell

I used to be up for sale, till I ran, skipped bail

Now I'm runnin' so I can be free

Got my gun right next to me

Kunta Kinte was an amputee

He motherfuckin' ran just like me