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Flipmode Squad - 24 Karat Hip Hop - Run for Cover
24 Karat Hip Hop
01. Intro
02. Full Scale
03. Dignified Soldiers (remix)
04. Twice inna Lifetime
05. Shaq, Crack + Pun
06. Worldwide
07. Building
08. Special Efx
09. Wildcat
10. Run for Cover
11. Missin in Action
12. Lost Ones
13. Last Will + Testamony
14. Fall From Grace
15. Harte Zeiten
16. Popschutz
17. Kuck Mal Wer da Nickt
18. Unbeschreiblich
19. Sounds Fürs Auditorium
20. Heiß Wie Feuer
21. Er So, Ich So
22. Dein Herz Schlägt Schneller (remix)
23. Klangkörpergrößen
24. Denn Sie Wissen Nicht Was Sie Tun
25. Koma (Roey Marquis remix)
Yeah, motherfuckers wanna talk shit in the motherfucking room
I got something for your motherfucking ass, nigga
Check it out

Rampage upcoming express, through your chest (Chest)
In your Lex GS, stop talking BS
My watch is still flooded (What?), eight-fifty for the budget
I'm rugged (Uh), cats get gutted
Robbed and stabbed (Stabbed), send they rusty ass straight to the lab
You's a crab (Uh), I take mines off the top like fab (Uh)
Hit you with a jab for the '98 (Uh)
Number one in Billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mixtape (Uh), watch you cats get scraped
Rampage, Alexander the Great (What?)
Niggas run for cover 'fore it's too late (What?)
You know we got it locked way outta state (What?)

Now, who the chick to come ice the cake?
Where the fuck all y'all on my license plate? (Type shit)
Shitting on niggas done got a rap bitch fiending (Fiending)
Celine type creaming (Creaming)
Making rappers poof like them crackers did Keenan
Meaning, I run that
Waiting on mine like I'm the LL comeback (What?)
Corny ass crawled out some hole
Now you sue 'cause you slither up the totem pole (What?)
Flipmode Squad, affiliate of Tom Porter (Yeah)
Send all you fucks back to decorate the corner

Niggas run for cover 'fore it's too late (What?)
You know we got it locked way outta state (What?)
Yo, baby, 'Shan, take the safety off, ho

There's a lot of fake cats that jump in they mans Rolls (Word up)
Come to my show with these fake Wallos (Yeah)
Turquoise (What?), see it in voice with plans to blow
See me backstage with the gauge (What?) that blows my pants leg
Handmade suits (Uh), contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiates, so when I split these pies, I'm fucking your dime
Blow-for-blow battle in rhymes, talking some crime
Now I got to split your time (What? What?)
Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline (Yeah)

Niggas run for cover 'fore it's too late (What?)
You know we got it locked way outta state (What?)

Spliff Star, throw on my skully, tipping my brim (Uh-huh)
Stand on the street corner, scuffing up my Timbs
Take off my jacket, back the four-fifth, cause a racket (That's right)
Freaky nigga, Jimmy Swaggart (What?), kill the fucker (Fucka)
Niggas had it (Ha), contradiction (Uh), crucifixion
False leadership, Richard Nixon
Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the Range
Here's a fifty for twenty dollars of gas, give me my change

Niggas run for cover 'fore it's too late (What?)
You know we got it locked way outta state (What?)
Niggas run for cover 'fore it's too late (What?)
You know we got it locked way outta state (What?)

Fuck, it's the world's famous international
Sinner, irrational, nigga who dance with wolves (Awoo)
Masterful, bash skulls
Crack axles, peel out in black Fords (Ahh)
Splatter brains on dashboards, start anthrax wars
Seize cash like task force, die on the cross (Ha)
July 4th, blow your hands off (Blaow), special delivery
Jam court with ghetto misery (Pray to
God), ghetto killer, breeze a K-9
Last days, heard it through the grapevine
Killing your blood, millennium bug
United States divide with hate crime
Roll snake eyes in the concrete jungle of Hell
While Lord Have' stay super like the son of Jor-El

What? You know we got it locked way outta state
What? Niggas run for cover 'fore it's too late
What? You know we got it locked way outta state

I be the last nigga, be quick to bust your ass, nigga
Do anything in this world to get the cash, nigga
I might even get mad and even slash a nigga
Rob him and get away in a car and crash, nigga
Fuck the world gon' do when I drop the smash, nigga?
Eyein' all in your face, don't make me pull the trigger
Another reason for me to have to pour my whole swigga
Thought I was posing for word up, but a fed took my picture
Surgeon general, I represent the underneath
I ask my nigga Keith, the world's greatest fucking thief
Bricklayer, hardcore, smash your front teeth
Niggas is wilding and straight giving they mother mad grief
Rob a nigga, strip him down, leave him in his brief
Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip, change his whole belief
Started wilding in the crowd with
Them niggas to start beef (That fool)