If U Run

[Intro] If you run [Verse 1: Killer Mike] Sit high as I ride on rhymes Every line's like life on line, like life on line So every time I sit, write rhymes I write rhymes like life on line, cause my life on line And since life's on line when I write these rhymes It's no time for lyin', no time for lyin' So allow me to humbly chime That when I write rhymes I don't write, man I just rhyme Cause the rhymes come out my mind Defined by divine design And now's my time, mostly talkin' to myself When people think I'm out my mind, out my mind Cause it's in my heart, there lives my art Like Joan of Arc, I'll be a martyr, like they marked her My only faulter, I didn't alter When I leave I see a flyin' saucer Before I sleep, read the works of Chaucer Pretty young stripper girl, I [?] her We make love, then sip on cough syrup Shouts out to my wife and our mistress Gifts you get when you are gifted Bold and daring like Keith Haring Crack is wack, now crack is back Cause every time I flip a word It's something like I'm flippin' on a bird I got the whole hood rippin' a pack And every fien with a rock and niggas flip, pocket got attacked That'll send his ass to cardiac And that is a fact, stuntin' like you Hollywood Africans That walk around, don't know how to act Don't know how to act Jean Michel Basquiat, you are not Just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that went pop You just a bitin' nigga that went pop, that went pop You ain't no Biggie or Pac [Hook] x2 From the era where your pen game real Givin' niggas that Scorsese feel Welcome to the jungle Titans of the game, you're small, remain humble [Verse 2: Webbz] Passion of Christ with the passion of Pac Surveillance on every ave, every block Big brother, hoverin' above Kids catchin' bodies, leavin' prints, no gloves Cashin' in on every inmate Tryna stay focused, I gotta keep my pen straight Fuck a federal vacation at Penn State We got no plane cause we get weight Most blind to the signs of the times Tryna elevate minds with the lines in my rhymes Chuck D with a little Pusha T Against all odds, nigga what it's gon' be? I'm tryna see what Marshall saw Pray it all happen 'fore martial law One life to live and the time's steady tickin' The people want more so the nine's steady lickin' Educated street nigga, heavy kush roller The government a virus like ebola [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED] This is what I put my heart in Livin' life behind bars, no pardon Go ahead and act hard then I've been gettin' at 'em since Eve was in the garden The flow about to hit you up Split you up, the coroner will pick you up, bitch I'm livin' like a pair of virgin twins Attached to each other, I don't give two fucks Nah, cause y'all wild as shit You rappers sound like a pile of shit Fucked the pile of shit, and then gave birth to a pile of shit You pile of shit But I'm the Chief Rocka that keep vodka The heat cocker, rock a beat proper The boy colder than a meat locker The street chopper, it sound like a beat boxer Enemies stay steppin' When they meet a weapon, they gon' see their reverend When they see the gates of Heaven, it's 187 Me and DJ EFN, we stay reppin' [Hook] x2