Run Downs

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run 'em down, run 'em up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run it up, run it up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run 'em down, run 'em up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run it up, run it up

Let's run it up

With the gelato out that tow wrap that Tyson made

You get your bell rung that hung in the back of Ben Byson's stage

This is the final phase how I fly and blaze

Have you tied up and weighed all in your dying days

I have your noodle fried in waste, that's a chef wok

The hands speak, let's talk

I cut stones to quarry's bedrock

The pencil drew fire that's cold to make the lead spark

Your head is out on a limb to the

Point you're looking like Ned Stark's

The new day is here

Too much biting and using they veneers

Foolish as it appears, who is in their ears?

I seen a bunch losing they careers

Ruined over the hills, never showing skills

Just some goats with some low appeal

It's all in the genes, that's in they genetics

That's generic and for the fiends, I let 'em inherit

Let 'em bear it, witness how I clear it like Nas and Nex

Place your bets

If I show, then I'ma wake 'em up like I was Sway and Tex

Syndicated heat right where they paying checks

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run 'em down, run 'em up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run it up, run it up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run 'em down, run 'em up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run it up, run it up

Uh, it's too much pretty and fluffy things in rap, Pac

Before I slap you, I loosen up my cufflinks

Like Frank and Sam at the Tropicana

Banging on glass countertops with a hammer

Whole medicine bottle dropped in a Fanta

I'm Swervo from the Kia Boys (That's really me)

I could breeze in any via choice

They put you in that room and you started using Aaliyah's voice

Don't rock the boat, I already told you I'm a pasta bowl

Gutter water flood through the pipeline 'til the faucet broke

Wrap you with a guitar string and a doctor's coat

And shower you with more pellets than

They do flower petals on a monster float

The way that I smoke, I should've been born Rasta

Word to the forefathers, more dollars

My arms extended in a war posture

Stripes on the jacket get torn off, bang like a door knocker

Then Clorox it, wipe it down, put it back inside a velour pocket

Then leave no prints

Take my time when I walk 'em down, it will be no sprints

They pitch the ball, I slug a Louisville, I don't see no fence

To get away from the crime scene clean, I don't need no rinse

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, run it up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run 'em down, run 'em up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run it up, run it up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run 'em down, run 'em up

(Lord have mercy 'cause we run 'em down, run 'em up)

Run it up, run it up