Artist: A&R f/ Got Flow, Link VI
Album:  Non-Exclusive, Vol. 1
Song:   Run
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Armel]
Lying to your wiz, and you think it won't get you
I'm dealing with four, and I made 'em all sisters
See, all my girls, they stop, look and listen
Cuz there's a million other ladies who will love they position
Man, can't fire me, quick to pull a gun in
The moon, must reflect the sun, and
They got together and both had one
That mean the baby was born to run
And it's a shame before the baby was born, shit was mushy
Moms and pops done raised them a pussy
My kids won't be born into a world of fear
I don't give a fuck who, I don't give a fuck where

[Got Flow]
Chasing this paper for years, and days I don't want it back
If I could just do a little bit more, I know I can grab 'em
Stay focused, til my thought is away from using my ratchet
You gotta crawl before you walk, fuck it, I'll beat it
Cupcake, split rattlesnake, watch my pape
Live for jake on three, ready, break, somebody gon' die
Fork, sticking steak, beef fried Charley, ass
Worst mistake he ever made, immitated got flow
Renegade and slash D, circulated by himself, and can't hide
Yeah, I talk alot, got the gift of gab, gift the gab I got
Put you in my flow, don't you know, you don't take it there
Sware, you can have one knot, you be dead right there

[Sharecka]
I gots you or not, he shot, we shot, we hot, ya'll not
Stand for the hip of the hop
The inf on the block, drink and a fifth in the block
Don't give a fuck mentally, I'm selling weed and rocks
And fuck your thought, feeding us, fuck the judges
MC O's that was beating us get fucked with courts
Everybody else that support 'em
No more B.S., time to cop a Bentley, get rid of the G.S.
More cheese now then a hundred pizzerias
Got sick, so I expect to get stares
Can't knock 'em, only five foot something
Jumping out of big Benz, bout six chicks, on and popping
Raw suit, nigga please, you can go and call Cochran
Got a army for your equipped with tanks and choppers
Ya'll niggas need to straight stop it

[Link VI]
We've been running since days of ropes and old trays
Now it's all modern, I check Eden Garden
Reaper still solving, niggas still borrowing
Local drunks on the corner, minding people's business
But when someone gets killed, no one can find a witness
Hard to get a dollar, it's like you bought a bottle
But I could battle, you only get a swallow
Fucked up days, won't break, better tomorrow
Man, Harriot push third cousin, just because he's a democrat
He still strapped with gats, Americans still getting killed in Iraq
Shit, you muthafuckas send every brown chick and save the bread to Allah and think
Give us the business, so I strike these for lead checks
Send then jet, bounce, get the set, house/lands
Guns could take, and fly the jets, learned pressure points
In two secs, I will, break ya neck