r.u.t.s.

Lyrics

this is all out of my control, really, i got one job, make the flow silly, serve one god, it's my sole mission, when i'm out of here, man, i won't miss it, how that man went and sold fifty?, not one blogger even noticed him, but they don't diss them, they just don't listen, oh i get it, they don't get it, at the shows some blow sticky, some ladies even throw vickie's, but he stay pure, that's so disney, shout soulection, my bro's in it, out the rappers in this whole city, not one of y'all was ever gon' pick me, so i picked the locks then came through the back doors, sold out shows and still got my soul with me, woo!, stranger things have happened, and a white boy like me blackin', on a track i'm going bad again, got a baddie and she going randy savage, all i know is that family matters, all i know when i came in rappin', if you jack somebody else flow and style, then you gon get a black eye like "panda", put up or shut up, so what up, i'm here?, i don't got nothing to fear, i don't go one up my peers, i just been pushing myself, i don't like cussin', but this one i swear, when i start bustin' they shouldn't be near, they never been accustomed to hearin' this custom-made flow, they just copy the stuff that they hear, man, they always come up short, i'm a sneaker connoisseur, i been readin' art of war, don't they see i got some more?, nuke the beat up for your boy, i'ma need another four, before i leave it at the morgue, yeah, we winnin', but who keepin' score?, i'ma run up the score, yeah, run up the score, i'ma run up the score, i'ma need a few more, i ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay, thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay, can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great, ain't nobody safe, i'ma run up the score, i'ma run up the score, yeah, run up the score, i'ma need a few more, i ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay, thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay, can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great, ay, ain't nobody safe, i'ma run up the score, i'ma run up the hills, yeah, in hollywood, still kept it real, that's how you feel?, oh, that's how you feel?, we out there in the field like holyfield, mj, magic johnson, michael jordan, michael johnson, run the track, walk the score up, minor league, chart the border, where the tour? south of florida, son of mary, all glory, hail mary on the fourth of forty, after parties at the forty forty, all the teachers wanna told my momma that boy too slow, so i came back around and hit them with the bacon, egg and cheese flow, harlem river, drive all the way back my seat go, take the field, won't take a knee, ah, yeah you know, i'ma run up the score, yeah, run up the score, i'ma run up the score, i'ma need a few more, i ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay, thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay, can't stop, can't stop, let it be great, ay, ain't nobody safe, i'ma run up the score, i'ma run up the score, yeah run up the score, i'ma need a few more, i ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ay, thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ay, can't stop, can't stop, let it be great, ay, ain't nobody safe, might run up the score, that was embarrassing, no mercy, he really ran the score up on that one, beam did it again, too much sauce!