[00:00.42]Artist：eric b. & rakim
[00:01.92]Songs Title：run for cover
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[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.