Where You Gonna Run

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Talib Kweli
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feat. Jean Grae Jean- he's back again for the first day we gonna do this one a little different. tryna test the waters (where you gonna run) Jean- not far (where you gonna run) Jean- where you gonna go [Verse One: Jean Grae] I write underground climb up, this a new line up niggaz fight your way through if you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the fuck through everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know hands in the air, knees in, knees out drop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's go I write ten years deep and tenure's still deep my bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat I meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the least and I'm struggling still hustle to eat I must be built with Adam and Eve skin while y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in with your heart poking through on your arm stupid drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed my mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin' didn't need to get loud, no disrepect but you know the Jean is threat to your checks niggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attack ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track and now I finally got some heat is good, let it be known I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya to quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up [Chorus] where you gonna run where you gonna run where you gonna ruuuuuun where you gonna ruuuuuun where you gonna hide where you gonna ruuuuuun where you gonna ruuuuuun (Kweli) yeah come on, yeah come on [Verse Two: Talib Kweli] watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track what get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat my flow get cap throw they gun like official Nas I'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonat diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glass your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay niggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' Jean Grae sick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot let the pride and move the cattle y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal you baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me Me? I don't like the taste this shit's gamey like magazines telling lies and Star Wars like Dick Chaney it sucks though they losing they flavor like Now and Laters when I bust them niggas run for the hills like Al Queda [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jean Grae] she lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm why y'all iggin' me for sure Jean is synonymous to chivalry open doors but I step through first test the waters and I pee in them got no network but now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead only led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapid it's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actors what tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is get mauled like Roy the alter boy I'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployed you still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level you face screwed ugly I'm chasing all you club bunnies and racing you tackle you down take your money with your chest on the ground I know it's foul, what you gonna do now [Chorus] (I think it's time you gave it up!)

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