Run Out

By clipping.

On CLPPNG

Released on June 10, 2014

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Born in the winter and cold chillin'

The fire in the belly of burnt building

Started with the roof and it worked down

Went from a block to a whole town

Moved from the town to the big city

Built out of bricks so it felt gritty

Hammer to the bricks 'til they break down

And slang them rocks to the folk now

Started with a gram from the OG's

Went from a gram to a whole key

Doors open quick when you knock right

Knocks on the block with a hot pipe

Pipes bring the water to wash in it

The water come right to the faucet

The facets, too many to keep track

Walk it to the track where the freaks at

Peek at where people don't speak at

Or speak out or they knockin' teeth out

Molar, amoral immortality for the colder

The polar's your humanity can be written

Is spittin' the bars are behind them

Bangin' on tables and tattin' the line on your chest

Where your secrets are kept tight

Say it with your chest when you get right

That shit's a mess but shit, that's life

Back to reality, bad price for juice

So you keep buying drink

Just drink so you don't have to think much

The blink of an eye and you're faded

Dark coming like surrender in Vegas

Hit the light 'cause it's better to pretend

Keep rapping, don't let the beat end

Just keep rapping, don't let 'em see in

Just keep rapping, like it was breathin'

Just keep rapping, beggin' 'em please, man

Just keep rapping, all in your knees, stand

Just keep rapping, don't let the beat end

Keep rapping, don't let 'em see in

Just keep rapping, like it was breathin'

Just keep rapping, beggin' 'em please, man...