Artist: Kool Keith f/ Marc Live, Raaddrr Van, TR Love Album: The Legend of Tashan Dorrsett Song: Track Runner (TR Love Remix) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Kool Keith] Hey hey heyyyy Shine... I'm 'bout to get on It's easy to write a verse for the condition Hold you cats in front of the bowl I stutter step with the local act who's doin all the pissin on the top head with the nitroglyc' with robotic mechanical, with the nitro fist Superhero, Dr. Zero, countin Robert Deniros American cash and euro, I'm strictly biz-o Choppin it up at Quizno's Whatever, for sure, verses spread around like kids no? If they really wanna come I get which Bo, quarterbackin they team that can't throw when I land in Sweden Get off with the pass where the heat throw and let the heat go Chuck Green, it's all about the meat though and how I speak so Ask the chocolate factory I closed down Full cups with cocoa I'm comin so dope like Muhammad in rope-a-dope Emcees, get the product son they smoke the coke Some grab the mic and choke Many go home and hope [Chorus 2X: Marc Live] Move, shake somethin pop somethin Do your thing girl break somethin, it ain't nothin Cause after the show the hotel next city do it again Next time bring two of your friends [Marc Live] Get drunk, get smoked up (uh-huh) Get fucked up, get high get crunk (let's go) Take clothes off, club goes off (uhh!) Against security, shots go off Stumblin, to the back of the jump off Celebrity acts and sexual tactics You see the fact is, we do this e'ry night Sleep 'til noon, wait 'til a full moon Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker on the floor Open bottles, America's Top Model Tyra won't bother, cause last week in Vegas I got her Sittin on a coke bottle The model, drink everything you can swallow Smoke kush skunk, chase it down, gin & tonic Magnums, lifestyles, we do it +Wildstyle+ Bodies hit the floor, Drowning Pool, bar four [Chorus] [Verse Three] What you think if I went gat blastin Killin clown ass emcees who come with the trash shit They don't understand how to make classics I've mastered, the flow, it's fuckin timeless Yeah, styles beyond, you can't fuck with this I might bar hang emcee, to a side shit I rip your brain, one eye hangin Your nose busted, your lip still danglin Walk into the Palladium, arena or stadium Been playin 'em, while your girl wanna be my friend I intend, to offend, right or wrong, I'ma win Then begin to kill niggaz just like a villain Yeahhhh~! The crowd is hyped, they heads up close to the speaker This bitch that stuff her blouse now took off her sneakers They gettin naked, I jumped off the stafe for a second Nah God, chill God, not yet! [Chorus]