Talib Kweli, Jean Grae - Where You Gonna Run lyrics

He's back again for the first day
We gonna do this one a little different
Jean Grae
Trying to test the waters with this one
(Where you gonna run?) not far
(Where you gonna run?)
Where you gonna go? Jean

Alright, underground climb up
This a new line up
Niggas 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 cymbal on them this time
No doubt let's go
Alright, ten years deep and
My tenure's still deep
My bad I'm sorry I don't
Like when phrases repeat
I meant that a decade's almost
Passed since Baseball was released
And I'm struggling still hustling to eat
I must be built with adamantium 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 mean to get loud, no disrepect
But, you know the Jean is
A threat to your checks
Niggas heart burning no prowl no
Sec to stop the attack
Ya neck back's gettin hot on
Every drop on the track
And now I finally got some hate it's 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 ruuuuuun
Where you gonna ruuuuuun
Where you gonna hide
Where you gonna ruuuuuun
Where you gonna ruuuuuun (Kweli)
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
I rap in shades of 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 starting
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

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 lead 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

(I think it's time you gave it up)