Rob The Viking - Runaway lyrics

[Verse 1: Madchild] 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) 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 f**ing conquer so (I've come to take what's mine, naw, we've come to take what's ours) Look I became a serpent lyin' perfectly flat poppin' perkasets 'til everything went purple and black I was lyin' on the dirt with the shirt on my back got up and wiped myself off and now I'm circling back Here I come, now my boys are surviving spreading through the internet like poisonous ivy Or a virus, or a forest fire, call me "Cyrus" the 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 k**in' it since B-boy belt buckles Whole school o' some Popeye eating spinach fights roll up in an MC and suit and pair of British Nykes They drank Cristal I drank a dolla' pop I'm the type to stay & fight 'til someone fall or drops They look like the type to run away and call the cops such a sh** half rat, half lollipop 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 you down that's why everywhere I go you know it's goin' down (So tough!) Bipolar manic depressive that's my reality gifted narcisist with an addictive personality Mortifying, fortified, bonified champion war supply over sized more than gargantuan (Yeah... Run!) My medulla oblongata 'bout to ma**acre and slaughter 'cuz 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, 'cuz I'm a soldier that fights Premeditated systematic attacks the a**a**in from the vaticans 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 So f** all of the smoke 'n' mirrors it's the spiderman the silver surfer man I hope you hear us Cruise livor, but two diverse like a pink mohawk into new sideburns I refuse to me ol' broke 'n' haggard so I rebuild 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 f**ing started it, I'll f**ing finish it, this is my business and; I won't leave no witnesses It's not what you have dealin' 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 you down that's why everywhere I go you know it's goin' down (SO!)