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mc skryptcha - runnin' away lyrics

(verse 1)

i walk ball & chain, won’t stop till they yellin my name
so loud you could think it was a federer game..
got pens on lock + feather’ll spray
till we lay down beats in an elegant way…
first taste + made with a michelin star..
all class from the heart when deliverin’ bars..
worked hard on this rhythm of ours..
how they not gonna listen when we finish it large?
chas man brang fire in the winter..
now i creep in the scene so elite like a ninja..
didn’t cats ever listen to the wwhispers??…
i been on the list for a while like schindler…
in a word i’m so smooth…
got an old gin & juice flow, that’ll pinch your throat through..
been workin like trump for months..
no apprentice here, boss one to one, uh
(chorus)

keep runnin away – that’s it keep runnin away..
what i’m sayin is…
spit lines like a gun in your face
– this time keep runnin away…
runnin away…
yes sir got somethin to say..
best run if you wanna escape…
wanna escape…
spit lines like a gun in your face…
this time keep runnin away –
runnin away..

(verse 2)

i don’t claim to be rulin the world..
i just don’t play along to the rules of the world…
won’t sleep till it’s 4 o’clock..
spit new york heat till the ball has dropped
new year, new beats, new team..
got a whole new view in the booth, i beam…
won’t settle for a track where the mind is dead…
got bored of the talk so i rhymed instead…
these eyes have seen a few things…
at my tender age, yeah i got a clue kid…
got views, make use of experience…
lost two good mates, what we’re dealin with..
these days are like a lottery ticket…
you can say it’s all chance, but they’re not gonna listen…
still holdin to hope, like honestly give up
the river dried up, no rain to fill it
(chorus)

(verse 3)

my old name is earl, got a few things on my list
that i wish that i di
tick the box, like dinner with a king…
just feel life bloom like winter into spring…
won’t stop till my list is complete..
till these old soles can’t grip the concrete..
how you gonna say that i ain’t worth it?
i can see it in your eyes that you reckon it’s perfect..
yeah i said it, son the record is murder…
it’s the only thing missing when you’re having a burglar..
cats lookin over shoulders now
didn’t know i had it in me, the album’s out!…
my first body of work
found a gold passion in my life that could honestly work..
i got a policy + it’s quality first…
& the rock don’t stop till the property burns
(chorus)

(outro)
yuh
get your nikes on kids
yuh, we comin’
and we off like this..

- mc skryptcha lyrics

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