Run It (feat. Self the Poet)
WLK
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WLK and Self in this Mutha... Yo imma...Imma start it off like 3 stripes on my new Adidas Got these haters in they feelings Bless these haters call the preacher Say a prayer cause I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it OK 3 stripes on my new Adidas Got these haters in they feelings Bless these haters call the preacher Say a prayer cause I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it OK Back from the lab Back here to mac With the pen and the pad In the back of the class Church to the mass Everything I do is for The music the people The mic and the craft Knuck if you buck Speak with your chest I do not admire your set Put dog like you callin' up a vet Fee fi fo yeah WLK up next They hate on my melanin This my element, ain’t it evident Check my elegance, this ain’t relative I f up the game, ain’t celibate, uh I stay on my positive F' yo negative, can’t discredit it This unedited, check my heritage Blacks got more light bulbs than Edison Wait They want me to be a pacifist They must me be off of that cannabis They need to know that I’ll pass a fist Float like a butterfly, Cassius Got my fist up I’m an activist Y’all check the math with an abacus NVR WLK ALN the catalyst N-NVR WLK ALN the catalyst (AHHH) 3 stripes on my new Adidas Got these haters in they feelings Bless these haters call the preacher Say a prayer cause I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it OK 3 stripes on my new Adidas Got these haters in they feelings Bless these haters call the preacher Say a prayer cause I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it I’m here to, run it OK I was birthed at the bottom, yeah I come from the grotto Where ****** stackin' up money like they was hittin' the lotto Yeah I come from the streets, ***** I come from the potholes I was raised in the basement now I'm approchin' the top floor Whoa Drippin' designer, you know I chill like recliners From the double cup city sip syrup like Aunt Jemima Told yo girl, we can **** but she can't be my baby momma Cook a rapper in front his face like my name Benihana's AHH I'm in my element Momma don't let the devil in He be hollerin' beaconin' Need a preacher and reverend For the days I be wrestlin' Heavy spirits and pestilence Conversations with God I ain't heard from the devil since I ain't heard from the devil since I ain't heard from the devil since I ain't heard from the devil since I ain't heard from the devil since
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Written by: Andre Burrell, Roger Thomas III
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