Distance Runner

Keep your distance when you look in my eye
Just tell me what you need and make it worth both of our time
While looking for another job they ignore you exist
'Til other people wanna see you being fired or quit
I can flip it, even if you haven’t heard of cassettes;
For being rude and obnoxious, I’m as cool as it gets
You bet that quietly, they’ve been riding my coattails
The only thing they rip is bed sheets with their toenails
To call yourself an emcee is just not what it was
And you’re welcome! Just make sure the volume is up
'Cause we have helped pave the way for today
They can rock anyplace, anyplace, I mean anyplace, we’re not Without getting
less by somebody we run over;
Seeing the tire marks left over on both shoulders
Promoters wanna know the time I need for going on;
I’m saying to the break of dawn, now go run along!
You know exactly what this is about
I can stick your entire foot right inside of their mouth! No doubt
I’m bleeding out, gill up your cup with another round
As if it was a free drink that was on the house
Been looking like a lost soul with no hope and yet
To step to me is as dumb as a blonde joke
And I really think you shouldn’t speak too soon
Because to me you’re looking sketchy as a free tattoo
Looking at me as if I’m Willy Wonka to the funny farm
I’m keeping their heads ringing like a telethon
Oh! You’re the type to play it loud, cruising through your town;
Looking for the ladies dressed like you we’re going out
Some hot child in the city who’s been having fun
Wake up and smell the hot piss in the summer sun
Things have got me treating woman like sci-fi;
Girls with three titties, that’s the standard I live by, while
Voices change on some 'where have you been?'
And I don’t know them to be that kind of terrible friend
Start again, used to think that I was bombing tracks
Drinking with some old folks at the laundry mat, like that!
Before I’d ever seen the worst that I had ever seen
Now I’m turning those nightmares into wet dreams
As I continue forward marching to another swamp
That’s full of leeches, you gonna let me go or not?
You know who you are, I’m talking to ya’ll! Quietly
Watching me closer than ever before. Is he raw?
I’m calling me out, how clean I sound
Even me, I can’t believe from all the dirt I found and I’m proud!
Get reminded of why I can rhyme with a style of my own
And my own is inviting me home
Straight off the top of my dome
I’m excited to find how it is when I go
I’ve become my best friend and worst enemy when I’m alone
So much time spent together we’ve been cracking jokes
Both saying, use the thing between my shoulder blades
And how you wouldn’t know the time if you were Morris Day
I think I’m more like Charlie Chase, the way I cold crush
Feel it like a headbutt and hear your nose crunch
Crystal clear that I’m mud, who I am, what I’ve done’s
Like a castle I built out of sand in a flood
No stranger to sleeping on the floor
Renting out a room in a place that isn’t yours
Easily forgotten, I’m the story being told
Who decides if I wanna speak about it anymore? Sure
It’s not that I been running out of things to say
I’d just rather save my breath than let it go to waste
No need to tell, that you need more school
It isn’t hard for me to find another new classroom;
I’ve been showing you it’s true my work ethic is a process
Imitating anything, I’m imitating awesome!
That I belong to the pile of the records in your home
With the ones you love showing to your friends
Yet, very few, I’ve ever known have had collections
Of any kind of record' in their home to even start again
Another day, thrown under a bus, staying!
Over their head, enough is enough, I’m saying!
You still aren’t happy in a world gone mad;
That’s letting you get away with all the things you have
Wanna ask, how I sleep at night knowing I’m me
Without belief when I told you, I don’t ever sleep, man!
Just perform your couple songs with a light applause;
Hold a chainsaw dressed like you’re Santa Claus
Damn! You still aren’t sure what you’re being punished for
Lowering the whole bar like a underscore
Only the hollow think I’m full of disguise
Who keep telling me that I’m the one who’s full of them lies, 'cause my
Bucket list is a crowd who stays shouting!
That knows every word to my song and keeps bouncing
While I celebrate it both from the joy to the pain;
That’s been keeping us close from far away
Keeping us close from far away!