The Kyd - Runnin' It

Still the same Chatham, the same dude
Still slay rappers and their troupe
I'm Be'Kappa, fade that fake chatter and aim at your little group
Still maintain and spray magma at you lame actors in pursuit
To attain accolades as the game's master, this is proof, bitch
Bomb the opposition, molliwop the critics
Launch assaults at bitches, stop the awful spitting
Plots'll thicken when I jot since it's a Holocaust in minutes
This area code I'm the czar of this
I bury the foes, make your carcass dip
Preparing the smoke for every variable
And I'm very opposed to you marks in this
Boom bappers do grab the scrilla
Huge cash'll soon stack the ceilings
Rude savage villain, mutilate all the tunes you lace
When this dude Matt is illing
I'm mass appealing, Guru on tapes
With a new batch of skills, accumulate
Produce a plate then it's in doom you lay (Dumile) like it's Doom back to kill them
Old money, new money, I don't give a fuck, I want a ton of it
Crews running, they bummy, you dummies want none of this
Give a lung for this, going too dumb to miss
It's 519 in this bitch, and you know that we're running this
You squares can mock when he raps this
Prepare your drops and your ad libs
Pen's a scary prop, mental carries y'all
To your cemetery plots and your caskets
What this era's lost I recapture
Paragon you can't last with
It's more critical, I'm formidable, I'm Darryl Dawkins to glass, bitch
Barry Bonds on the anabolics, like Farrakhan when he rants and hollers
Pharoahe Monch spitting phantom operas
I'm tearing you all so disband and stop since I
Stand on top with this cognizance and the dominance
Ran the pockets, I'm guap peeling, fill wallet with loot
Top billing, kill audio, too
Old money, new money, I don't give a fuck, I want a ton of it
Crews running, they bummy, you dummies want none of this
Give a lung for this, going too dumb to miss
It's 519 in this bitch, and you know that we're running this
Want a spot, the culture's props
When I drop, want the thots out their halter tops
Indeed, want the stock and garner guap
Pen schemes as a topic at barbershops
On the watts I'll honour Doc
Dre, Onyx, Raekwon's clique, James Todd Smith
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Jay, Nas, Em
And any face from the great top ten
Bless Big Pun's casket
Gave weapons for the tongue lashing
Lung smashing, unmatched and that's punks gasping
Like that stung, captain
See you guys deprived of your vital signs from the punishment
I'm the one that you idolize and it's 519 that be running this
Old money, new money, I don't give a fuck, I want a ton of it
Crews running, they bummy, you dummies want none of this
Give a lung for this, going too dumb to miss
It's 519 in this bitch, and you know that we're running this

Written by:
Shane Miller

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