Run For Cover

Here I go again, ready to flow again

Better HOPE my mic don't blow again

Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm

Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm

Jet for the exit, why hang around?

Words that I found make the mic melt down

If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate

And whoever don't break, I'm a suffocate

Leave 'em with asthma, you better pass the

Mic to the massacre master who has the

Power to build and destoy at the same time

So track the wack at the right, and exact could

Shine

Meant to beat overheat, but I won't stop

So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot

Switch it from one hand to another

And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover

Cuz I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb

As if I escaped from Vietnam

Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put

Beats to

Format, collapse your lungs twist your tongues

You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums

Words that I made'll create an iller scene

Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine

Hook 'em up to a respirator, cuz it's the Mista

Suffocator

What I write is like shovin' a mic down your

Windpipe

Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write

No mic to mouth resuscitation is neccessary

No obituary, and NOTHING LEFT TO BURY

As it strikes on the same mic twice and then

Cut it on, and I'm a strike again

I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes

Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes

Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother

The stage is stompin' grounds, run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I came to

Explain the

Strategy that'll be tragic automatically

Havin' me to cause another catastrophe

All you gotta do is give Rakim the

Microphone and the crowd'll yell, Timber

Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in

Areas closed off, no one gets back in

So set up roadblocks, barrIcade the doors

Fade, put a detour sign on the stage

Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use

And been usin' ever since

The days in the park when, rap was an art then

Plus I was dominant, determined and dark skinned

Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night

For those who talk the weak beats on the mic

Whoever's livin' large better wear camouflage

Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge

Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother

This is stompin' grounds, run for cover

Wheels or foot, better not stay put

Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked

Then you've got seven minutes to vacate the

Premises

Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes

Don't act wild, single file to the door

No need for an encore, just clear the floor

Cuz my mic's about to self destruct

The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt

So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned

Cuz minutes from now it won't be standin'

Then send out and A.P.B. All Poets Beware of a

Brother like me

Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?

How many bitin' MCs can I capture?

Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth

Take over their route, play 'em out like a Cub

Scout

So leave troopin' for MCs at war

And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score

Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and that's word

To mother, run for cover