Artist: Rock Mecca Album: Pirate Radio Star Song: Runnin Runnin Typed by: Rockmeccampd@gmail.com (Hook) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Announcer: Put your hands together And give him a big round of applause Come on give it up Verse 1: A hundred miles and runnin Up is where I'm comin Down is where you goin Cuz I'm speedin while you slowin Get out the fast lane man Where you think you goin? You blockin traffic We'll be crashin 'fore you know it Rear-ended It's dented Can't mend it Career ended It's dead yeah Like a De La Renta on a dead man I'm fashionably late, here to make an entrance It's about time, that I go for mine I been on my grind, now I gotta shine Primetime, a new era's begun Yours is over, it's done I'm the black Neo, the one I'm the four horsemen in one Make the moon collide with the sun Now that Armageddon has come All the drama setters'll run My Uzi still weighs a ton Son, go find where you come from Your crew run run run Your crew run run run Yeah (Hook) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Verse 2 Yeah Yeah This for my runners, my sprinters My joggers, the robbers Who runnin from the coppers Who always wanna pop us The club stampeders, who beat us to the exits And plus the bumrushers, who crush us at the entrance I'll mention, for instance, my ventures, inventions Sends you into dementia Enters a new dimension of Bass It slaps you in the face Leaves you with a taste It takes, escape to a safe place to make you wanna say Hey! My fans run in place, bouncin at my shows to this Soon as I pick which flow to spit It's over with You quote it cuz you know it's sick Notice it Risin to the top My buzz bigger than yours was back before you flopped I drop, like an atom bomb Sprinters or a marathon If you at a standstill, a treadmill that you runnin on You ain't Paul Bunyan, so really you ain't gotta ax M-P-D we, be the ones on this track (Hook) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Verse 3: See the moral of the story is We the glorious Beat Street laureates Wild Style warriors Uh! Notorious Black Card carriers Warning shots, buckshots Clear out your areas So give me room, or give me space Win every fight, win every race Leave my shows in the back of a trooper car Fly lord, Style Wars Rise of a superstar…Yeah! (Hook) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Comin comin comin comin (we comin comin) Leave you runnin runnin runnin runnin (runnin runnin) Throw your hands in the air ya'll (air ya'll)