Run Hard

It`s the million militant picture paintin, quick debatin`<br>I hit terrain my trainers grip the pavin`<br>The city`s depraved decayed, quick to cave in<br>I kick the greatest game, pick up the pace<br>Shake the cage, rattle bars, we bare battle scars<br>Fresh blood out the abbatoir<br>Avant Garde rappers are ready for champagne and caviar<br>I stay camouflaged armed with a travel card (travel unchartered paths)<br>Pass the parcel, I`m partial to parsley, puff it like Bob Marley<br>Charged without charlie, chalk the score up<br>Babylon upon us better board the door up<br>Dancefloors are torn up we tourin` Europe<br>Warlords secure, fuck Tora Bora caves I fornicate with hate<br>Make love to the break<br>Each verse a verbal earthquake make the world celebrate my birthday<br>Sick in the worst way, wastin` away waitin` for first aid<br>I break bread with the first ape<br>To walk upright and talk just like a drunk on a rough night (`nuff strife)<br>Queens sellin` themselves at cut price<br>Open like butterfly knives it`s not nice I rock mic`s<br>Duppy put rock in their pipes<br>Deprived puppies keep barkin`, blockin` my light<br>Yap yappin` at my ankles<br>I work so many angles, so my jeans jangle like bangles<br>I manhandle ample stress, spark bless, then I blow out the candles<br>Get sweet dreams<br><br>(Chorus by Usmaan)<br>Hybrid fiends dominate your TV screens<br>Diablo`s, near death fiasco`s<br>RUN HARD<br>Keep your worst thoughts on charge<br>When you see a mirage<br>From Gestapo at large<br>RUN HARD<br>Fiends dominate your TV screens<br>Diablo`s, near death fiasco`s<br>RUN HARD<br>Keep your worst thoughts on charge<br>Towards the mirage<br>RUN HARD<br><br>J Star spit for catharsis, me and Dr Who buil`in` spliffs in the tardis<br>Leave your reputation tarnished<br>I talk carnage garnish tracks with ganja and garlic for vampire varmints<br>Fire for them halfwits, and hard heads who start shit<br>Any last requests? spark your last spliff<br>Before you get dragged into darkness<br>I walk through your palace in the raggedest garments<br>Baggy hangin` off of my arse shit<br>I spit arsenic, if you`re askin` the wrong questions<br>In the studio for long sessions<br>Stressed out about the rent every pound spent lost or lent<br>Begged borrowed or stolen<br>Wrestlin` with stress like it`s Hulk Hogan baby<br>That drank the whole cauldron of magic potion<br>Potent, I patent my own slogan<br>Alone smokin` a cone, stoned<br>Approachin` in a Trojan horse, with a hundred heads from up North<br>Negative and `nuff coarse of course<br>Forcefully stormin` your fort<br>The rebel with a cause without pause for thought it`s WAR<br><br>RUN HARD