Tableek - Runner Upper lyrics

[Verse 1: TABLEEK] Sippin' lemonade i was livin in the shade Selling tinted goggles at the pr parade I had a cascade A thought so sublime A future like pica**o my canvas was written rhymes I was hanging wit gorillas thats the sign of the times Until i understood we was designed by divineness Thats the kinda thinkin make u wanna k** wit kindness Opposite of you seein the world through blinders So what you sayin, so what you playin wit You snort a little power now you power and legit, sh** Sour skits hit the nail on the head They cut it with some coolant now you end up fukin dead Such a shame is shaitans plan my jinns is deenin Why can't you make up your mind, and dead the in between a Rock and a hard place hummin that rob base you basic Seein scarface dreams man you need that lasik face it We in a million dollar studio with beats from the basements, nig-ga! [Verse 2: BLAKNERD (aka Daktur Banff)] This is original ban-tissue Stance of a top official Got the signals And sound waves to stop a missel Plus a green lou ferrigno Vibrate crystals with the intent to hit you Where its meant to The weight of the pencil times the mental Equals pressure points getting pushed into And make mince meat out of mices Take cover intense heat out of mic devices Breaks over, heathens Wack rappers only hearing they dope from other wack n***as breddin Now thats biting made easy So exciting and appeasing Barely breathing, rock hard from all the co*k teasing Execs call it pocket breazing For the well oiled machining One body blow Leave you floor wobbled, stoned and cobbled Clone in the bottle get smashed at full throttle [Verse 3: STAN ILLA (from theEARDRUGZ) My neutrons circle around my atoms in high velocity Robin hood of the game attack the opposite of pa**ively ST spit aggressively like the government been testing me Intensity like when the french carried they kings head thru the streets Emcees nowadays be faker than diglycorides So high, i can teleport to the deck of the enterprise They just rhymin words Figure out what you tryin to do We bond j**els to melodies, iconic individuals Exploitation of art i can never respect A n***a said my flow old skool i wave em off like a fair catch They need to exit stage left They front an emulate d**h Ready to hop off the ledge The noose tight around they neck The system with the music for my somalian cousins And bars blarin hiphop on the narrow streets of dublin And my aight lookin chick, from the south side of london She said she diggin BURNTBERRY and our style she lovin I got my pa**port up, from the hood to the pub stage Then i might copulate with a cousin Just another bar in the new a** ripper 16 bar serial k**er STAN ILLA