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Smuggler's Run (2000)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Smuggler's Run (2000) was released on August 8, 2026 by Tyzzer Records as a part of the album SA1NT T
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AlbumSA1NT T
Release DateAugust 8, 2026
LabelTyzzer Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reece William Tyzzer
Reece William Tyzzer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Roberts
Oliver Roberts
Songwriter
Reece William Tyzzer
Reece William Tyzzer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oliver Roberts
Oliver Roberts
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Run it up, run it up
Run it, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it, run it up
Run it up, run it up
Run it, run it up
Run it up, run it
Yo
Four more points on my license
They caught me again from the back of a van
I'll go 'til they ban me
And even then, I'll keep driving
They'll have to put me in the can
I'm going mental for nothing
Imagine the scenes if I unleashed the person I am
There isn't a person who walks on the face of this planet
Who's really encountered the man
I'm going Verdansk
Hop out the plane, give a shit where I land
This lifestyle's my hobby, it helps with the bills
That I pay with my feet in the sand
This music is nothing, my money's invested
And both go hand in hand
I just dropped a song that's expected to blow
And it's doing even better than planned
Cruisin' round in a fourxfour
Gentlemen hate me, the women adore
They say"I've seen you from somewhere before"
I tell 'em I love 'em then show 'em the door
If you're making money then I'm making more
I'm sorry but I had to level the score
You'll lose in a battle, don't make this a war, like
I'm a smuggler
Hundred streams?
Hundred thousand, we could run it up
Bought myself a custom chain
Did it just because
'Cause I can, making twenty tunes at once
Multitasking, I'm the juggler
She said she'd fuck me
So I booked her direct flights straight to Gatwick
Picked her up, she said"no gear stick?"
Said"my car's an automatic"
25kg from fasting, didn't eat a single sandwich
Ask me what I speak, I'll say bilingual, try with any language
I'm bilingual, she's bisexual
I'm thinking 'bout conceptual's
Showed her my new album, she told me I'm intellectual
I'm thinking more eventual
'Cause long-term's more effectual
They said"stay on the straight and narrow"
Said I'm thinking more directional
These people hate me then they love me
They can't make up their minds
But now they know I'm in recovery
The Saint T that they knew is dead
I've made a new discovery
This new version of myself is number one
No one above me
I'm the Prince of Cornwall
And I've only been there once
My DNA's royal, I sent it away to be analysed
It took them multiple months
They say I'm a little bit Swedish
That's why my ego like Zlatan's, I score with a punt
The girl at my petrol station's in love with me
And her colleague just called me a cunt
He's probably right but I don't give a fuck
He's jealous she listens to all of my stuff
I'll go on forever, it's never enough
Believe when I say this is never a bluff
We've got a lot of topics to discuss
When you think I'm done, there's always a plus
I take you to somewhere, don't give me no fuss
Be grateful you're not stood there catching the bus
I told you, I'll never be done
Get back to second, 'cause I am the one
If you wanna make it, this never gets fun
But the work is essential, it's where it begun
The answer will always be none
When the question is"how many guns?"
I'm not about crime but I drive 'til the sun
Rises like I'm in Smuggler's Run
Written by: Oliver Roberts, Reece William Tyzzer
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