(Runaway)
Yeah
Dope sick
(You can run but you can't hide)
Yeah, yeah (you can run but you can't hide, 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)
Yeah (you can run but you can't hide, runaway)
Now, yeah, I am still a little monsta'
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 here to fucking conquer
So (I've come to take what's mine, naw, we're here 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, now I'm circling back
Here I come, and now my boys are surviving
I'm spreading through the internet like poisonous ivy
Or a virus, or a forest fire, call me Cyrus a battleaxe warrior
I was ship wreck for a quick sec
I felt like Tom Hanks with a volleyball (ha ha, ha ha)
Fist clenched so tight I got white knuckles
I been killin' it since b-boy belt buckles
Whole school on some Popeye eating spinach fights
Roll up in an MCM suit and pair of British Nikes
They drank Crystal 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
Sucker shit, half rat, half lollipop
(You can run but you can't hide)
(You can run but you can't hide, 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 (so tough)
(You can run but you can't hide)
(You can run but you can't hide, runaway)
Yeah, bipolar manic depressive that's my reality
Gifted narcissist with an addictive personality
Mortifying, fortified, bonified champion
War supply over sized more than gargantuan
Yeah, run (you can run but you can't hide)
(You can run but you can't hide, runaway) go
My medulla oblongata 'bout to massacre and 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
Now I explode on a track, the larger picture still eludes you
From Swollen Members we are not here to confuse you (runaway)
So fuck all of the smoke 'n' mirrors
It's the spider-man the silver surfer man I hope you hear us
Cruise liver, but too diverse like a pink Mohawk into blue sideburns (ha, ha ha)
I refuse to be old broke and haggard
So I reveal my face under this cloak and 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'm Spartacus when it come down to the art of this
A martyr but these other murderers, they want no part of this
You fucking started it, I'll fucking finish it
This is my business and I won't leave no witnesses
(You can run but you can't hide)
(You can run but you can't hide, 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 (so)
(You can run but you can't hide)
(You can run but you can't hide, runaway)
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Runaway - Madchild
