Talib Kweli - Where Ya Gonna Run Lyrics
[Featuring: Jean Grae]he's back again for the first dayWe gonna do this one a little different. tryna test the waters(where you gonna run)not far(where you gonna run)where you gonna go[Verse 1: Jean Grae]I write underground climb up, this a new line upNiggaz fight your way throughIf you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the ***** throughEverybody clap your hands now, tear the walls downDance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you knowHands in the air, knees in, knees outDrop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's goI write ten years deep and tenure's still deepMy bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeatI meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the leastAnd I'm struggling still hustle to eatI must be built with Adam and Eve skinWhile y'all mother*****ers where you flushed inWith your heart poking through on your arm stupidDrop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmedMy mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin'Didn't need to get loud, no disrepectBut you know the Jean is threat to your checksNiggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attackYa neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the trackAnd now I finally got some heat is good, let it be knownI'll still be here after all this shit is done said and goneCan't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring yaTo quit *****ing the game up, before it *****s all of ya up[Chorus:]Where you gonna runWhere you gonna runWhere you gonna ruuuuuunWhere you gonna ruuuuuunWhere you gonna hideWhere you gonna ruuuuuunWhere you gonna ruuuuuun(Kweli)Yeah come on, yeah come on[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]Watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the trackWhat get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' catMy flow get cap throw they gun like official NasI'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonatDiamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glassYour mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cashScreaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplayNiggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' Jean GraeSick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hotLet the pride and move the cattleY'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want vealYou baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle meMe? I don't like the taste this shit's gameyLike magazines telling lies and Star Wars like Dick ChaneyIt sucks though they losing they flavor like Now and LatersWhen I bust them niggas run for the hills like Al Queda[Chorus][Verse 3: Jean Grae]She lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dormWhy y'all iggin' me for sureJean is synonymous to chivalryOpen doors but I step through firstTest the waters and I pee in them got no networkBut now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you deadOnly led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapidIt's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actorsWhat tho?, come on let's race to where the cash isGet mauled like Roy the alter boyI'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployedYou still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap levelYou face screwed uglyI'm chasing all you club bunniesAnd racing you tackle you downTake your money with your chest on the groundI know it's foul, what you gonna do now[Chorus](I think it's time you gave it up!)
