Running Game on Real

Lyrics

[Intro: The Gatekeeper] Yo, it's that Brooklyn shit! Y'all niggas ready? Nah! Y'all ready? Yeah! Yo, oh shit [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if ya can't compete I'll leave ya 6 Feet Deep, nigga! [Verse 1: The Gatekeeper] Yo, I be the Pied Piper, enlightener, holy cipher Watch the god strike like a viper Potential energy pumps the mainstream Warn a nigga crazy enough to return to dust My chrome crushed the image, considered it a mess Jump the C.O., bust the captain and hopped the fence Did manuveur like a cougar, usin night vision Interrogate intruders, rest, puff my Buddha The grandchild, father of mad style Battle gods on file, exiled since I lost the trial Behold, control niggas like croaks, insert darts Death blow, aim and hit straight to the heart It's a strong wind, niggas is thin as tin strips Immeasureable wealth, campaigning that wack shit The barriers ready, engaged lock finder Fox 1 launch the sidewinder Gothic hip-hop break, I blast microscopic bars 'Til it ends communication, only seen through Allah Godbody, Sun Star, Khadafi, killer of Nazis Take heads like Jake DiViassi Pits of snake venom, tools I construct or destruct Just burnt from lyrical reflux Tramp through decisions, battling and collisions High speed, still a nigga tryna breathe, what, nigga? [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! [Verse 2: The Grym Reaper] I come with the Killa Arm-Leg-a-Leg-a-Arm-Head Ready with the bomb threat, fuck all of the calm shit Waiting 'til the bomb hits, make a nigga vomit 'Cause he gave all with weaponry to respond with My correspondence, only young foes fall as soldiers In the Cold War, powered by solar Always in the trench, intense until I dent The armour of the Devil Brigade, slugs are spent And dark rebels invade your tent, with the intent To leave your body bent, I let the shotty vent To lay your chest, penetrate your vest Look for your family traits as you defecate You're dying in the stench, nothing can prevent A violent takeover, the modern J. Hova Cannot be tempted by no type payola Colder than the Polar, your bling-bling is over Fuck all you fake Costra Nostras Grym is a real street soldier, put you in a deep coma Your weak streak is over, finito I sting like 10 million mosquitoes with hypodermic needles [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga! Running game on real A nigga might find it hard walking alone in a graveyard Running game on bail And if you can't compete I'll leave you 6 Feet Deep, nigga!