[Jean] he's back again for the first day
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we gonna do this one a little different. tryna test the waters
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(where you gonna run)
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[Jean] not far
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(where you gonna run)
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[Jean] where you gonna go
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[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
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I write underground climb up, this a new line up
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niggaz fight your way through
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if you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the fuck through
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everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down
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dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know
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hands in the air, knees in, knees out
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drop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's go
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I write ten years deep and tenure's still deep
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my bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat
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I meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the least
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and I'm struggling still hustle to eat
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I must be built with Adam and Eve skin
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while y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in
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with your heart poking through on your arm stupid
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drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed
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my mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin'
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didn't need to get loud, no disrepect
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but you know the Jean is threat to your checks
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niggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attack
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ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track
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and now I finally got some heat is good, let it be known
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I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone
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can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya
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to quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up
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[Chorus]
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Where you gonna run
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where you gonna run
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where you gonna ruuuuuun
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where you gonna ruuuuuun
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where you gonna hide
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where you gonna ruuuuuun
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where you gonna ruuuuuun
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[Kweli]
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yeah come on, yeah come on
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[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
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watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track
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what get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat
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my flow get cap throw they gun like official Nas
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I'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonat
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diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glass
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your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash
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screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay
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niggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' Jean Grae
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sick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot
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let the pride and move the cattle
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y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal
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you baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me
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Me? I don't like the taste this shit's gamey
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like magazines telling lies and Star Wars like Dick Chaney
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it sucks though they losing they flavor like Now and Laters
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when I bust them niggas run for the hills like Al Queda
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Jean Grae]
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she lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm
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why y'all iggin' me for sure
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Jean is synonymous to chivalry
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open doors but I step through first
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test the waters and I pee in them got no network
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but now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead
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only led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapid
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it's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actors
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what tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is
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get mauled like Roy the alter boy
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I'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployed
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you still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level
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you face screwed ugly
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I'm chasing all you club bunnies
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and racing you tackle you down
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take your money with your chest on the ground
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I know it's foul, what you gonna do now
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[Chorus]
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(I think it's time you gave it up!)
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Where Ya Gonna Run
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Talib Kweli |