If U Run - DJ EFN, Killer Mike, KXNG Crooked

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 up cost 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

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

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

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

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

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

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'

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

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