Run That

Lyrics

[Hook: NERVE] Oi, run that shit, yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop till we run that shit Oi, run that shit, yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop till we- [Verse 1: NERVE] T-TAZ through MEL to BNE You make the beats son we make them free We tryna eat but ain't food cheap, we form as one like AUZ Oi run it back run it back I'ma tell a chap boy none of that none of that You don't bust on track for no money not a stack I get gully on oney, so love for your gang But i guess you be one of them big shots now Come through grab a mic come and get shut down I'm about to hit 50 tracks in one year, all wire tell me who's shits on now Who's the Aus, this, sounds like that, fuck that man im here to put aus on the map Spit 2 bars then your looking for a reload, thats na na never bodied on one track Never catch me spit wack on a tune, cos i got got tracks that stack on the move You some half up like you actually news, only spat 4 bars in the back of the room Wanna clash with your crew but you ain't got the heart Wanna bang from the coupe but you ain't got a car When I track in the booth man i'm making the arts, just sit back and feud as I break it apart Cos you, you, ain't the dude wanna be paid for view but you pay for views but your missing the mark like your paper juice so you better get the clasp before making moves Man I think like an old head, you the type of guy to go and say gold check just to get a Rolex And you still don't know what the time is make a young MC vanish like ice kid [Hook: NERVE] Oi, run that shit, yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop till we run that shit Oi, run that shit, yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop till we run that shit [Verse 2: WOMBAT] What's that? It's a wombat Let them have a second of froth because I'm off tap Every single reckon I'm on track and upon that Recollect and reckon I'll come back into combat And I'm not gonna stop Until [?] And we're not gonna drop, what! Wombats smashed better know Y-Yacked in the back of the show go pack me a cone Let me get back in my back in my zone, let me get back in my zone like yo Wombats smashed better know Y-Yacked in the back of the show go pack me a cone Let me get back in my back in my zone, let me get back in my zone Cos i get to drunk to function, plus the pub shuts so we rush the function Run to punch up but it comes to nothing Shut the fuck up your not tough your bluffing Wanna yack but they crumble with the facts Most cunts only wanna rumble with a pack, cut the crap If you gonna mumble when you rap then your wack Get wacked I'm not fucking humble by the tack Cos I crash through the roof of the booth with a crew make tune have a brew then i dust off Head with a few loose screws I'm a nutjob You could need a blues clue your a dumb dog, fuck off End of discussion, you don't think that I'm woe but I'm prepped for combustion Set for eruption, check when I rush them just like an ex when i crush them [Hook: NERVE] Oi, run that shit, yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop till we run that shit Oi, run that shit, yo give me the mic I'm gon' run that shit Wombat and the NERVE and we ain't gonna stop till we run that shit