Rogue Runnin

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Smells like hell, never gettin' to heaven

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

My hands up high, I ain't got no gun

In my rearview mirror, some disco show

Lights, camera, action, tailgate po-po

Been drivin' it dirty since I was thirty

Away from heat and the streets wanna murk me

Rogue runnin'

I'm a rogue runner, man

Rogue runnin'

I'm a rogue runner, baby

Forty-six-inch waist, plus gray in the face

'Cause the body is a terrible thing to waste

No way am I part of this generation

Don't feel like no citizen in this nation (I see Negros holding jobs that belong to me)

Eschewed by many losers still stuck in the matrix

Lack the power of persuasion against this hatred (All we can do is stay away from them as much as possible)

So I huff and we puff, blow the damn house up

Thought hollow, was brainwashed and just fucked up

Fair lady

There ought to be a law against an MC all in person, don't you, Chuck?

Kind sir

Catch me if you can, runnin' like a rogue

Gunnin' until it blows when I'm comin' down the road (Uh-huh)

Danger zone, don't wanna be left there alone

Rhymes rip your head in half, welcome to the Terrordome

On the run with no way of gettin' away (Uh)

Heavy what my foot'll weigh, so I say don't get in my way

When I change lanes on 'em (Skrrt)

They wanna put chains on 'em

But I make a portal, go Doctor Strange on 'em

Poof, like I was born breakin' laws

So they breakin' my balls only because

A Panther, now they tryna cut off what's holdin' my claws

So I guess they tryna make me a rebel without his paws

But they can't nab me

Long arm of the law is not enough to grab me

So most don't at me

Don't worry, be happy, if I said it, goddamnit, then slap me

Yo, this is Brother-B from the legendary B-Boys

And you're now listening to Enemy Radio

What's up, this your boy J-Dee from Da Lench Mob and you listenin' to Enemy Radio

You know what I'm sayin'?

Y'all about to get bucked