Runnin Away

In my neighborhood there's a bullet

For every black man with a trigger if he pull it but

Could he take another option instead of stopping yep -

Next time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown

On the penal code the C in fold

Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road

Better known as the other route

Hate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas

It's like a scene from slaughterhouse

Word of mouth does more damage than gunpowder

Niggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem

I got them on the phone talking to backbar

Lord saying what's going on in my backyard

Facts are every black man ain't a rap star

Track star, trap star know we get that far

What you gonna do?

Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue

When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit

What you gonna do?

I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip

Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips

Just remember soldier that when the government flips

It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip

Visions of the future toxic in my cranium

Like the byproducts of enriching uranium

Gentrification byproduct like the palladium

So this is the message that I relate to them

Before they do me like Amadou

I'm a do what I gotta do

You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue

They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions

Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron

Let them join the military, fight for the country hard

Throw them some college money, get them a green card

Get a black Pinocchio President to lead

But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street

Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete

Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach

Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw

We carry the underground like a rickshaw

Hard work like raising children on food stamps

Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp

I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age

Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage

KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot

Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots

Bronx man come true like pop pop

.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that

Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back

Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that

People act like it's insanity to fight back

Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that

But they ain't goin to like this either

They hate it when slaves become writers and readers

And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs

We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders

I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10

With the last victims of Katrina

You gotta see the corruption

Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?

Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas

Feed your families get your funds up niggas

Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas

Feed your families get your funds up

It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown

As you can see its a good thing you stuck round

Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown

We generals with connections to uptown

We gotta tell the crowd calm down

Cause we rock in cities and farm towns

I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns

We throwing bombs now