Runaway

It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now
It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now
Not so everywhere I go I hold it down
That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (it's goin' down)
(You can run but you can’t hide)
Now, yeah, I am still a little monster,
Still a Swollen Member, rip it up at every concert
Lost a few years and we lost a couple sponsors
But now I want it all and I am back to f*cking conquer so
(I've come to take what’s mine, naw, we’ve come to take what’s ours)
Look, I became a serpent lyin' perfectly flat
Poppin' Percocets 'til everything went purple and black
I was lyin' on the dirt with the shirt on my back
Got up and wiped myself off and now I’m circling back
Here I come, and now my boys are surviving
spreading through the internet like poisonous ivy
Or a virus, or a forest fire, call me «Cyrus"the battleaxe warrior
I was shipwrecked for a quick sec,
I felt like Tom Hanks with a volleyball (Ha ha ha ha)
Fists clenched so tight I got white knuckles
I been killin' it since B-boy belt buckles
Old school on some Popeye eating spinach fights
Roll up in a MCM suit and a pair of British Knights
They drank Cristal I drank a dolla pop
I’m the type to stay and fight 'til someone fall or drop
They look like the type to run away and call the cops
Such a sh*t half rat, half lollipop
(You can run but you can’t hide)
It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now
It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now
Not so everywhere I go I hold it down
That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (So tough!)
Bipolar manic depressant that’s my reality
Gifted narcissist with an addictive personality
Mortifying, fortified, bonafide champion
War supply, over-sized, more than gargantuan
(You can run but you can’t hide)
(Yeah… run!)
My medulla oblongata 'bout to massacre a slaughter
Cause I’m here to rock the planet like Afrika Bambaataa
And I’ve been waitin' for the right moment to strike
While I’m holding the mic, cause I’m a soldier that fights
Premeditated systematic attacks,
The assassin from the Vatican’s back, spittin' radical facts
Most rappers spit theatrical crap for me to move ahead I had to go back
I explode on the track,
The larger picture still alludes you,
From Swollen Members, we are not here to confuse you
So f*ck all of the smoke and mirrors
It’s the Spiderman, the Silver Surfer, man I hope you hear us
Who’s liver, but too diverse
Like a pink mohawk into new sideburns
I refuse to be old broke and haggard
So I reveal my face under this cloaking dagger
When they tell my story let 'em say that I walk with giants
This isn’t rap, this is textbook math and science
I spot a kiss when it come down to the art of this
A martyr, but these other murderers they want no part of this
You f*ckin' started it, I’ll f*cking finish it,
This is my business and I don’t leave no witnesses
(You can run but you can’t hide)
It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now
It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now
Not so everywhere I go I hold it down
That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (So!)
(You can run but you can’t hide)
Runaway