[Intro]

Yeah, it's all real

It's nothing involved, it's all skill

I'm feeling inclined to spit lines of venom

Spectacular, -aculate, vernaculate

I hope these niggas know I'm more explosive than a supernova

Pops, took him to the car

They asking, "Keyz, what are you doing this for?"

I say, "Nothing, I'm just rapping"

See that I'm raw, hazardous

Spittin' that rap for cash

So anybody out there that thinks you have to go to a studio

You're doing all that at the house with minimal equipment

[?]

Nope, I can verify that one

Not even a $50 an hour studio

I'll do at home, where I'm peaceful, relaxed and, you know, cool

[Verse 1]

The sum of all my efforts evolve into my best work

The sun is always stronger than the darkness of when death hurts

Marking up the calendar from talking in the challengers

I'm harboring my [?] and his sword is excalibur

Gorgeous women calling our [?] and our floor

Trying to evacuate and hit the fire escape from our doors

Like Anne Hathaway, don't put a scratch in like Catwoman

I would have to say, the worst is the wrath of a black woman

Rapping up the season like a TV finale

With a CD from B. Keyz, I'm DC to Cali

You can meet me at Bally's fitting this instrumental like a Snuggie

Staying devote, backing up tallies

Sure to hit the ballots, elected as the best out

Recording with a callous, I've been stretching all their necks out

All the way in Tokyo, I wonder what they'll say

When they see that the Godzilla killed a town when I step out

[Hook]

Let it run

Every emotion that I feel, I spill and let it run

Not interested in trying to finish a sentence, let it run

Challenging anyone who knows a sicker, let it run

Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run

[Verse 2]

Thought about a life between the shadows and the limelight

Reminded me a night that I'mma have it when the time's right

The path that I'mma take is probably [?] to [?]

I'm hooting at the stars but got a crab in the barrel

Flashiest apparel from the baddest of the fashionistas

Black Adidas sneaker matching like your pastor's Easter jacket

It's an early resurrection for the bloggers

Jumping through the track [?] instead of Froggers

Acid rappers on the scale, weighing out my chances

Praying that I fail like the clumsiest of dancers

Lowly Anne Gibson, I'm gifted with my steps

[?] now my vision is correct

Beautiful Mind-ed, I'm riding to the death

Never need a cosign, it's to sign me a check

A threat, they're wondering how is he that nice

I'm just finishing a task I was given in my past life

[Hook]

Let it run

Every emotion that I feel, I spill and let it run

Not interested in trying to finish a sentence, let it run

Challenging anyone who knows a sicker, let it run

Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run

[Verse 3]

[?] lyrics by delivery and concept

Sure to be abandoned with no Johnny in the conquest

Speaking very candidly of who I call my family

The candles in the sun or the light under a canopy

So can I be the reason for change?

It's the season of the lyricist, I'm bringing the rain

But without an umbrella, I'm leaving the game colored

It's all in my nature, grieving the same mother

Who gave birth to hip hop but now she's in the bag

With the money and the weed, we treatin' fame like a Ziploc

And I'm just tryna unwrap the mummy

I'm getting tired of these dumb raps for money

I wonder if that Winnie's a misfit

Chasing all these piglets, a bear for the honeys

And it's the simplest addition

Ain't it funny how I use problems to solve any mission

[Hook]

Let it run

Every emotion that I feel, I spill and let it run

Not interested in trying to finish a sentence, let it run

Challenging anyone who knows a sicker, let it run

Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run

[Outro]

We all got our own, we all got our own

We all got our own

Got our own, got our own

Type of slang, it's like

Type of slang, it's like

Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run