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Rare Earth - Won't Catch Me Runnin lyrics
Verse One:
 Stay in school was the motto, but I'd rather hit lotto
 Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle
 In the spot with a BAC of .13
 And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street
 I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 Freaknik
 Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite
 So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief
 Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets
 Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat
 Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back
 The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes
 He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight
 But didn't know who flew heads
 I got ??? like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez
 Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes
 Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggaz the blues
Chorus:
Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'
 So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)
Verse Two:
 I step through crews as if they was holograms
 Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn
 Kid, I am the man that you think you are
 5'5" and throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar
 Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics
 And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does
 Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted
 Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started
 Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck
 The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya
 Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!)
 It's my fault, my shake from Brooklyn to Vegas
 The earthquakes on lyrics ya plates like San Andreas
 Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre
 I'll rock your world like ugly Wanda
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 Chorus
Verse Three (LP Version):
 Now money talks and bullshit walks in the street on the daily
 And niggas pull my strings like a ukelele, but
 I lust ruckus like I used to lust Halle Berry
 But now I bat wack motherfuckers like Dave Justice
 Must bust nuts
 Because he's married
 1 time this brother tried to step and thought the little guy was scar-ied
 Tryin' to freak all up on the girl I was dancin' with like he's invincible
 Not that the ho was important but it's the principle
 Involved, I said, "Yo black this my lady pal"
 The stupid nigga laughed and said, "Well she my bitch too now"
 So what can you do when boys is men
 Our self-image depends on the next man's scrimmage so I sin
 Cause thou shalt not kill, but I tried my best
 Left my fingerprints in his neck
 I never understand why brothers try to act up on one another
 But if the static is comin'
 Fool, you won't catch me runnin'
Verse Three (EP Version):
 Stop your flow like it's menopause the men all pause
 Cramp your style like P.M.S
 Suckers checking for lumps in they chest 
 Like breast cancer
 My stanza gets censorship from Reverend Calvin Butts
 But he could suck my diction, dictation is ridiculous
 Indicative of dictatorship
 Today's four letter words were standard english until 1066
 And ignorance is bliss
 So as I sag my Ralph Lauren chaps
 Walking into lyrical scraps
 I'm knocking niggas off the map
 See more stars than astronomy
 Not near one can follow me
 Thougts premeditated like two Melendez brothers
 That's word to the father and the mother









