Burst, better run, better run for your life!
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Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo)
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Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
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The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ...
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(Yo) Burst!
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Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission
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I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em
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Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers
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Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes
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Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man
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and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan
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What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck
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High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up
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Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire
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Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire
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Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode
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Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode
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Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers
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Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power
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Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs
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Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds
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I couldn't see, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me
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I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree
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It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over
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I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over
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to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER
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I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters
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I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck
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Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh
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and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left
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My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull
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It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off
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Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off
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Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi
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Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
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The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me
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Killer Bee, fast lamborghini
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(repeat 2X)
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Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction
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One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me
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Count to three, jumped up, I fired back
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My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head
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like Dig Dug, partner crashes in
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with the infrared precision shots, just missin
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Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled
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Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow
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Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window
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Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball
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I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi
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Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof
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The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me
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Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini
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Bobby Steels on the track, word up
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Bout to escape with the tape
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Word up
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The Chase
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RZA |