J. Cardim - Where You Gonna Run lyrics

[Intro: Jean Grae] He's back again for the first day We gonna do this one a little different Jean Grae, trying to test the waters with this one (Where you gonna run?) Not far (Where you gonna run?) Where you gonna go? Jean... [Verse One: Jean Grae] Alright, underground climb up, this a new line up n***as fight your way through If you're not ready to lose, may I suggest that you let us the f** through Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down Dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know Hands in the air, knees in, knees out Drop a little cymbal on them this time, no doubt Let's go Alright, ten years deep and my tenure's still deep My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat I meant that a decade's almost pa**ed since Baseball was released And I'm struggling still hustling to eat I must be built with adamantium skin While y'all motherf**ers where you flushed in With your heart poking through on your arm stupid Drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed My mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin' Didn't mean to get loud, no disrepect But you know the Jean is a threat to your checks n***as heart burning no prowl no sec to stop the attack Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track And now I finally got some hate it's good, let it be known I'll still be here after all this sh** is done said and gone Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya To quit f**ing the game up, before it f**s all of ya up [Hook] Where you gonna run Where you gonna run Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna hide Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna ruuuuuun (Kweli) Yeah come on, yeah come on [Verse Two: Talib Kweli] Watch these n***as start to run soon as I hit the track What get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat My flow get cap throw they gun like official Nas I'm draftin you n***as hard quick fast like tiptonat Diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the gla** Your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash Screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay n***as rappin black and white, I rap in shades of Jean Grae Sick of n***as licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot Let the pride and move the cattle Y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal You baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me Me? I don't like the taste this sh**'s gamey Like magazines telling lies and starting wars like Dick Chaney It s**s though they losing they flavor like Now and Laters When I bust them n***as run for the hills like Al Queda [Hook] [Verse Three: Jean Grae] She lacks delivery - really, n***a? I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm Why y'all iggin' me for sure Jean is synonymous to chivalry Open doors but I step through first Test the waters and I pee in them got no network But now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead Only lead I strapped with a razor sharp pencil That could write but it could stab you rapid It's all a** backwards, you're all mall performers, actors What tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is Get mauled like Roy the alter boy I'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployed You still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level You face screwed ugly I'm chasing all you club bunnies And racing you tackle you down Take your money with your chest on the ground I know it's foul, what you gonna do now [Hook] (I think it's time you gave it up!)