Where You Gonna Run

[Jean:]
 He's back again for the first day
 We gonna do this one a little different. tryna test the waters
 (where you gonna run)
 [Jean:]
 Not far
 (where you gonna run)
 [Jean:]
 Wwhere you gonna go
 [Jean Grae]
 I write underground climb up, this a new line up
 Niggaz fight your way through
 If you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the fuck through
 Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down
 Dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know
 Hands in the air, knees in, knees out
 Drop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's go
 I write ten years deep and tenure's still deep
 My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat
 I meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the least
 And I'm struggling still hustle to eat
 I must be built with Adam and Eve skin
 While y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in
 With your heart poking through on your arm stupid
 Drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed
 My mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin'
 Didn't need to get loud, no disrepect
 But you know the Jean is threat to your checks
 Niggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attack
 Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track
 And now I finally got some heat is good, let it be known
 I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone
 Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya
 To quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up
 Where you gonna run
 Where you gonna run
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna hide
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 [Kweli]
 Yeah come on, yeah come on
 [Talib Kweli]
 Watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track
 What get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat
 My flow get cap throw they gun like official Nas
 I'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonat
 Diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glass
 Your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash
 Screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay
 Niggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' Jean Grae
 Sick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot
 Let the pride and move the cattle
 Y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal
 You baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me
 Me? I don't like the taste this shit's gamey
 Like magazines telling lies and Star Wars like Dick Chaney
 It sucks though they losing they flavor like Now and Laters
 When I bust them niggas run for the hills like Al Queda
 Where you gonna run
 Where you gonna run
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna hide
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 [Jean Grae]
 She lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm
 Why y'all iggin' me for sure
 Jean is synonymous to chivalry
 Open doors but I step through first
 Test the waters and I pee in them got no network
 But now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead
 Only led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapid
 It's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actors
 What tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is
 Get mauled like Roy the alter boy
 I'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployed
 You still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level
 You face screwed ugly
 I'm chasing all you club bunnies
 And racing you tackle you down
 Take your money with your chest on the ground
 I know it's foul, what you gonna do now
 Where you gonna run
 Where you gonna run
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna hide
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 Where you gonna ruuuuuun
 (I think it's time you gave it up!)