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    Where You Gonna Run

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    Where You Gonna Run
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      About "Where You Gonna Run"

      Lyrics for Talib Kweli - "Where You Gonna Run"

      He's back again for the first day
      We gonna do this one a little different.
      Tryna test the waters
      (Where you gonna run)
      Not far
      (Where you gonna run)
      Where you gonna go

      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 run
      Where you gonna run
      Where you gonna hide
      Where you gonna run
      Where you gonna run
      Yeah come on, yeah come on

      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 run
      Where you gonna run
      Where you gonna hide
      Where you gonna run
      Where you gonna run
      Yeah come on, yeah come on

      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 run
      Where you gonna run
      Where you gonna hide
      Where you gonna run
      Where you gonna run
      Yeah come on, yeah come on
      (I think it's time you gave it up!)

      SONGWRITERS:
      T. IBRAHIM, BOBBY WOMACK, TALIB KWELI
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