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CLASSIFIED : Run With Me lyrics

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CLASSIFIED lyrics : "Run With Me"

Back on my day shift, I got my tools and my lunch box
I'm on my grind, full time, but I never punch clocks
I'm more than muscle, not a dumb jock, no tough talk

But I could wipe you### wads up with just one sock,
That's right.
Ok you said I never had a chance

But I could proving that this %#@! is not an accident
Traffic jammed, I've had it man, smashing through like battering rams
Always stay connected like my data plan

I calm your nerves like Lorazepam
Magic man, mesmerizing like my lava lamp
And I could snap like elastic bands

And I can be a real prick like a cactus plant,
Now bring it back again
I got you flocking the Vatican

Pack em'in, turn the music up and let me rattle em'

[Chorus]

Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me

Try to keep my company
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me

But I don't think so, no no I don't think so

If ya know what's good for ya, then put your mic down

Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might down
I know you talk a lot of %#@! you need to pipe down
And I mean right now

And if you know what's good for ya better watch ya mouth
Cause you don't know what you talkin bout.
Ah yo, my parents always told me you can't recycle garbage

But as an artist you proving that's far fetched
And you the hardest... to listen to, trash man
So say good bye to your career jazz hands

Yea, I'm a titty and an $$# man
At the cheapest strip club getting a lap dance
Masked man, boner in my track pants

Disappearing in the dark night like I'm batman
Back to my cave in the early morn
Looking run down like those chicks off of Jersey Shore

Dog tired, body all hurt and sore
Please have mercy lord, pick me off the dirty floor
And pick a pack we gone run till we collapse

Get the people on their feet and get the hater's off their $$#

[Chorus]

Run Run Run
Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me

Try to keep my company
I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me

But I don't think so, no no I don't think so

Now don't be mad at my @@#!y behavior

Or the bragging and boasting it's my competitive nature
I'm an mc
I'm suppose to act like I'm the illest

And I know I ain't the best but I'm confortable where my skill is
And that makes me the realest be honest, plus
No ones $#&@ing with my catalogue of concepts

When it comes to live shows and beats, I'm the complete
package
Ready for some action no dig in get some traction and


[Chorus]
Run Run Run

Run for the hills and try
Try to run with me
Try to keep my company

I, I run the beat
Still you wanna front on me
But I don't think so, no no I don't think so


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