* I'm on the run
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It's after me
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It won't stop attackin me
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Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy
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Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night
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Ill never loose sight
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I forever will fight
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Why is it after me
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Why does it haffta be
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So hard to actually
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Be an MC
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Commercial hip hop
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Just wont stop
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Im runnin so hard
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But it just wont drop
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I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten
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Open up the source and there it is again
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Starrin me rite in the eye
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Keep regenerating so I no it wont die
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I throw the magazine
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Look around the corner coast is clean
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I take off running
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Looking like a dope fiend
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The commercial industry demond
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Started screamin
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Im out of breath
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Barely breathin
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Theres must be a way to end this madness
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At least knock him out for the count at best
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I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him
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Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him
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I check the stores top 20 see what they got
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There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot
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I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet
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Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett
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Im runnin hard
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From this demon disease
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But it doesn't come at ease
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When you
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The malls commin up on my rite hand side
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I figure inside
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It be easy to hide
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I make my way in this mad crowded place
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Everybody's rockin shits with this demons face
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I exit the mall
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Leave the back way
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Cant take it longer I been runnin all day
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I managed to make it to the subway
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But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay
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Im runnin as fast as I can
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I pause for a second and pulled out my royal blue paint can
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I begin taggin graffiti on the wall
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As I keep bombing the demon starts to fall
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Looks like he cant take real hip hop
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Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop
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Keep burning till the wall it lit
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And that's it
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My tag reads BENEFIT
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I ran out of paint just I was gonna do him in
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I betta run the demons getting up again
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I exit the sub way back to the streets
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Off in the distance I hear some dope beats
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I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it
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Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising
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I see glimpses
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Everywhere that im glancing
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I drop to the ground and start break dancing
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The demon slows down
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I pop into a stall
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I do a windmill and the demon starts to fall
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Looks like it cant take real hip hop
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Looks like I found out what makes the demon drop
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Imma keep breakin
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Cept legs start shakin
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I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it
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I get up
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Start runnin again
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The demon does the same guess this will never end
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Still I hear the music that I heard before
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And if commin from a hip hop record store
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I make it to the side and see ruckus adds
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They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads
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I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed
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I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed
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Demon fell hard that commercial thug
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But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood
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I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin
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Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin
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The demon gets back up on his feet
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I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat
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I cant run any more no energy
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So I grab a mike and scream
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Daemon come battle me
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I started spittin out metaphors rite and left
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I told him that he needs to start bitin less
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I told him he needs to come original
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I told him that hip hop this is critical
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Started shaking couldn't take it any more
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Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor
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Looks like I found out what made him drop
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And that was the end of commercial hip hop
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My Enemy
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Benefit |