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letra de run it - slaine

[intro]
we raping and pillaging the whole rap industry (better run that sh-t)
anything we can’t get on our own, we coming to take it, right here
play them h-rns, statik, hahaha
i like that sh-t, we do it boston style
in boston, if we can’t get it, we just go steal it
you know what i’m saying? check it

[verse 1]
listen, i don’t know what’s real and what isn’t
my alcoholism’s a prison, my rhythm is possessed
i’m the devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
my x-ray vision is infested with s-x, drugs, and tecs
i’m a star when i rock and roll
i can knock ’em home with my dome
it’s so f-cking cold, my binaca’s old and my vodka’s sto’
raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
i’m a poet going going gold, holding on his c-ck and b-lls
singing every note that i wrote with the octave off
push you off your f-cking pedestal, they tell me “knock it off”
pocket’s poor, raping rap music ’til my c-ck is soft
married to this life, it’s a wonder that i’m not divorced
copping wh0res four in the morning and i’m coughing ho-rs-
hanging out the window shooting motherf-cking shotguns off
this is who i am and i’m always setting drama off
f-ck the twelve steps, i’ma throw you off your momma’s porch
[hook] (x2)
your whips, your b-tch, your wristw-tch, your chain
cadillac, escalade, it’s not the same
we thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
better run your sh-t (run it)

[verse 2]
yo, you can tell that we’re fools by the h-ll that we choose
man, i’m going for the gusto, i keep telling these dudes
i’m either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes
i ain’t boston george, so f-ck him and penelope cruz
listen, this isn’t vicious enough, this is a mixture of drugs
i f-ck the system all up, this is a picture of us
i never p-ss in a cup, can’t fit my wrists in the cuffs
i don’t believe in the law, i didn’t listen enough
you should be listening up, i got a pistol that’s tough
i got an ak, sh-t barely fits in the trunk
i’m throwing fits when i’m drunk, i’m going spaz with the gats
i came so far, i laugh while you fathom the fact
i passionately pattern a track, rats imagine i’m back
imagining that as i add another stack
f-ck society, they’re telling me i should calm down probably
but i’m notorious like a charlestown robbery

[hook] (x2)
your whips, your b-tch, your wristw-tch, your chain
cadillac, escalade, it’s not the same
we thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
better run your sh-t (run it)

- slaine

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