Rogue Runnin

Lyrics
[Intro: Chuck D] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven [Verse 1: Chuck D] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Smells like hell, never gettin' to heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My hands up high, I ain't got no gun In my rearview mirror, some disco show Lights, camera, action, tailgate po-po Been drivin' it dirty since I was thirty Away from heat and the streets wanna murk me [Chorus: Chuck D] Rogue runnin' I'm a rogue runner, man Rogue runnin' I'm a rogue runner, baby [Verse 2: Chuck D] Forty-six-inch waist, plus gray in the face 'Cause the body is a terrible thing to waste No way am I part of this gеneration Don't feel like no citizen in this nation (I see Nеgros holding jobs that belong to me) Eschewed by many losers still stuck in the matrix Lack the power of persuasion against this hatred (All we can do is stay away from them as much as possible) So I huff and we puff, blow the damn house up Thought hollow, was brainwashed and just fucked up [Interlude] Fair lady There ought to be a law against an MC all in person, don't you, Chuck? Kind sir [Verse 3: Phill Most Chill] Catch me if you can, runnin' like a rogue Gunnin' until it blows when I'm comin' down the road (Uh-huh) Danger zone, don't wanna be left there alone Rhymes rip your head in half, welcome to the Terrordome On the run with no way of gettin' away (Uh) Heavy what my foot'll weigh, so I say don't get in my way When I change lanes on 'em (Skrrt) They wanna put chains on 'em But I make a portal, go Doctor Strange on 'em Poof, like I was born breakin' laws So they breakin' my balls only because A Panther, now they tryna cut off what's holdin' my claws So I guess they tryna make me a rebel without his paws But they can't nab me Long arm of the law is not enough to grab me So most don't at me Don't worry, be happy, if I said it, goddamnit, then slap me [Outro: Brother-B & J-Dee] Yo, this is Brother-B from the legendary B-Boys And you're now listening to Enemy Radio What's up, this your boy J-Dee from Da Lench Mob and you listenin' to Enemy Radio You know what I'm sayin'? Y'all about to get bucked
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Credits
- Writers
- Chuck D
- Phill Most Chill
- C-Doc
- DJ Mrok