Paul C - Run For Cover lyrics

[Verse 1: Rakim] Here I go again, ready to flow again Better hope my mic don't blow again Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm Jet for the exit, why hang around? Words that I found make the mic melt down If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate And whoever don't break, I'mma suffocate Leave em with asthma, you better pa** the Mic to the ma**acre master that has the Power to build and destroy at the same time So track the wack and the right and exact will shine Make the beat overheat, but I won't stop So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot Switch it from one hand to another And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover Because I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb As if I escaped from Vietnam Some people label me lethal Lyrics I made then put beats to Format, collapse your lungs, twist your tongues You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums Words that I made'll create an iller scene Eric B-eing the fly human being on the guillotine Hook 'em up to a respirator, cause it's the mister suffocator What I write its like shoving a mic down your windpipe Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write No mic-to-mouth resuscitation is necessary No obituary, and nothing left to bury As he strikes on the same mic twice and then Cut it on, and I'mma strike again I meditate off the break, till the place shakes Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother The stage is stomping grounds -- run for cover [Verse 2: Rakim] Evacuate the building, danger, cause I came to explain a Strategy that'll be tragic automatically Havin' me to cause another catastrophe All you gotta do is give Rakim the Microphone and the crowd'll yell timber Buildings collapsin', rappers getting trapped in Areas closed off, no one gets back in So set up roadblocks, barricade the cross-fade Put a detour sign on the stage Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use And been using ever since The days in the park when, rap was an art then Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned Making it hard to walk the streets at night For those who talk the weak beats on the mic Whoever's living large better wear camouflage Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge Surround by the sound of the beat-down another brother This is stomping grounds, run for cover Wheels or foot better not stay put Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked Then you got seven minutes to vacate the premises Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes Don't act wild, single file to the door No need for an encore, just clear the floor Cause my mic's about to self destruct The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned Cause minutes from now it won't be standin' Then send out an A.P.B.: All Poets Beware of a brother like me Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture? How many biting MCs can I capture? Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth Take over they route, play 'em out like a cub scout So leave trooping for MCs at war And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score Cause me and the drummer make drama, and that's word to mother Run for cover