Run For Cover

Song Run For Cover
Artist Eric B. & Rakim
Album Gold

Lyrics

[00:00.42] Artist：eric b. & rakim
[00:01.92] Songs Title：run for cover
[00:03.23]
[00:04.97]
[00:20.01] Run for cover.
[00:29.50] Here I go again, ready to flow again.
[00:31.91] Better hope my mic dont blow again.
[00:33.66] Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm.
[00:35.91] Crowdll get critical, cant keep calm.
[00:37.91] Jet for the exit, why hang around?
[00:40.34] Words that I found make the mic melt down.
[00:42.52] If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate,
[00:44.77] And whoever dont break, im-a suffocate.
[00:47.58] Leave em with asthma, you better pass the
[00:49.33] Mic to the massacre master who has the
[00:50.70] Power to build and destoy at the same time,
[00:53.51] So track the wack at the right, and exact could
[00:56.18] Shine.
[00:56.50] Meant to beat overheat, but I wont stop,
[00:58.44] So evacuate the spot when the mics hot.
[01:00.81] Switch it from one hand to another,
[01:02.74] And thats a hint, my brother, run for cover.
[01:05.11] Cuz Im armed, my brain contains a bomb,
[01:07.10] As if I escaped from vietnam.
[01:08.41] Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
[01:11.23] Beats to.
[01:11.67] Format, collapse your lungs twist your tongues,
[01:13.47] You cant bump your gums off of none of the drums.
[01:18.34] Words that I madell create an iller scene,
[01:20.21] Eric b. is the fly human being on the guillotine.
[01:23.21] Hook em up to a respirator, cuz its the mista
[01:25.64] Suffocator.
[01:25.83] What I write is like shovin a mic down your
[01:28.76] Windpipe.
[01:29.02] Dont let him bite rhymes rakim write.
[01:31.19] No mic-to-mouth resuscitation is neccessary;
[01:32.32] No obituary, and nothing left to bury.
[01:36.19] As it strikes on the same mic twice and then,
[01:38.75] Cut it on, and im-a strike again.
[01:40.68] I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes,
[01:42.68] Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes.
[01:44.23] Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother.
[01:46.79] The stage is stompin grounds -- run for cover.
[01:49.17] Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I came to
[02:01.50] Explain the
[02:02.56] Strategy thatll be tragic automatically,
[02:03.87] Havin me to cause another catastrophe.
[02:07.62] All you gotta do is give rakim the
[02:09.74] Microphone and the crowdll yell timber.
[02:10.99] Buildings collapsin, rappers gettin trapped in,
[02:13.04] Areas closed off, no one gets back in.
[02:16.04] So set up roadblocks, barricade the doors,
[02:18.04] Fade, put a detour sign on the stage.
[02:20.59] Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
[02:23.28] And been usin ever since
[02:24.84] The days in the park when, rap was an art then.
[02:27.46] Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned.
[02:29.09] Makin it hard to walk the streets at night
[02:31.71] For those who talk the weak beats on the mic.
[02:34.07] Whoevers livin large better wear camouflage.
[02:35.52] Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge.
[02:37.51] Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother,
[02:40.63] This is stompin grounds, run for cover.
[02:42.69] Wheels or foot, better not stay put.
[02:44.99] Whole place shook till the mics unhooked.
[02:46.62] Then youve got seven minutes to vacate the
[02:49.18] Premises.
[02:49.42] Lyricsll echo soon as the break finishes.
[02:51.24] Dont act wild, single file to the door.
[02:52.86] No need for an encore, just clear the floor.
[02:56.11] Cuz my mics about to self destruct,
[02:57.72] The stagell blow up when my rhymes erupt.
[03:00.78] So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned,
[03:03.04] Cuz minutes from now it wont be standin.
[03:04.90] Then send out and a.p.b.: all poets beware of a
[03:08.40] Brother like me.
[03:09.52] Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
[03:11.40] How many bitin mcs can I capture?
[03:13.51] Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth;
[03:16.26] Take over their route, play em out like a cub
[03:18.45] Scout.
[03:18.69] So leave troopin for mcs at war,
[03:20.32] And if its a battle let the crowd keep score.
[03:22.68] Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and thats word
[03:25.00] To mother...run for cover.

Pinyin

[00:00.42] Artist: eric b. rakim
[00:01.92] Songs Title: run for cover
[00:03.23]
[00:04.97]
[00:20.01] Run for cover.
[00:29.50] Here I go again, ready to flow again.
[00:31.91] Better hope my mic dont blow again.
[00:33.66] Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm.
[00:35.91] Crowdll get critical, cant keep calm.
[00:37.91] Jet for the exit, why hang around?
[00:40.34] Words that I found make the mic melt down.
[00:42.52] If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate,
[00:44.77] And whoever dont break, ima suffocate.
[00:47.58] Leave em with asthma, you better pass the
[00:49.33] Mic to the massacre master who has the
[00:50.70] Power to build and destoy at the same time,
[00:53.51] So track the wack at the right, and exact could
[00:56.18] Shine.
[00:56.50] Meant to beat overheat, but I wont stop,
[00:58.44] So evacuate the spot when the mics hot.
[01:00.81] Switch it from one hand to another,
[01:02.74] And thats a hint, my brother, run for cover.
[01:05.11] Cuz Im armed, my brain contains a bomb,
[01:07.10] As if I escaped from vietnam.
[01:08.41] Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put
[01:11.23] Beats to.
[01:11.67] Format, collapse your lungs twist your tongues,
[01:13.47] You cant bump your gums off of none of the drums.
[01:18.34] Words that I madell create an iller scene,
[01:20.21] Eric b. is the fly human being on the guillotine.
[01:23.21] Hook em up to a respirator, cuz its the mista
[01:25.64] Suffocator.
[01:25.83] What I write is like shovin a mic down your
[01:28.76] Windpipe.
[01:29.02] Dont let him bite rhymes rakim write.
[01:31.19] No mictomouth resuscitation is neccessary
[01:32.32] No obituary, and nothing left to bury.
[01:36.19] As it strikes on the same mic twice and then,
[01:38.75] Cut it on, and ima strike again.
[01:40.68] I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes,
[01:42.68] Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes.
[01:44.23] Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother.
[01:46.79] The stage is stompin grounds run for cover.
[01:49.17] Evacuate the building, danger, cuz I came to
[02:01.50] Explain the
[02:02.56] Strategy thatll be tragic automatically,
[02:03.87] Havin me to cause another catastrophe.
[02:07.62] All you gotta do is give rakim the
[02:09.74] Microphone and the crowdll yell timber.
[02:10.99] Buildings collapsin, rappers gettin trapped in,
[02:13.04] Areas closed off, no one gets back in.
[02:16.04] So set up roadblocks, barricade the doors,
[02:18.04] Fade, put a detour sign on the stage.
[02:20.59] Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
[02:23.28] And been usin ever since
[02:24.84] The days in the park when, rap was an art then.
[02:27.46] Plus I was dominant, determined and darkskinned.
[02:29.09] Makin it hard to walk the streets at night
[02:31.71] For those who talk the weak beats on the mic.
[02:34.07] Whoevers livin large better wear camouflage.
[02:35.52] Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge.
[02:37.51] Surround by sound of the beatdown another brother,
[02:40.63] This is stompin grounds, run for cover.
[02:42.69] Wheels or foot, better not stay put.
[02:44.99] Whole place shook till the mics unhooked.
[02:46.62] Then youve got seven minutes to vacate the
[02:49.18] Premises.
[02:49.42] Lyricsll echo soon as the break finishes.
[02:51.24] Dont act wild, single file to the door.
[02:52.86] No need for an encore, just clear the floor.
[02:56.11] Cuz my mics about to self destruct,
[02:57.72] The stagell blow up when my rhymes erupt.
[03:00.78] So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned,
[03:03.04] Cuz minutes from now it wont be standin.
[03:04.90] Then send out and a. p. b.: all poets beware of a
[03:08.40] Brother like me.
[03:09.52] Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
[03:11.40] How many bitin mcs can I capture?
[03:13.51] Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
[03:16.26] Take over their route, play em out like a cub
[03:18.45] Scout.
[03:18.69] So leave troopin for mcs at war,
[03:20.32] And if its a battle let the crowd keep score.
[03:22.68] Cuz me and the drummer make drama, and thats word
[03:25.00] To mother... run for cover.