No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints
You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,
Never had a chance to try
The chap stick has run dry,
I run out on the job.
Believe me i'mma be your god
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
I'm on the run from destiny, limited rhapsody
The bigger the run for
They make it worth more
Went on the run it isn't
Once guarded like the jail assistant
Wife beaters, it's the end of your cardigans run
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
Get of the mic, beat it and run
Electric chair i don't deserve the fun
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