[{"id":13176876,"name":"Runnin Away","trackName":"Runnin Away","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Survival Skills","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In my neighborhood there's a bullet\nFor every black man with a trigger if he pull it but\nCould he take another option instead of stopping yep -\nNext time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown\nOn the penal code the C in fold\nWhy smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\nBetter known as the other route\nHate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\nIt's like a scene from slaughterhouse\nWord of mouth does more damage than gunpowder\nNiggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away\n  artist: KRS-One\n  album: Survival Skills\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In my neighborhood there's a bullet\n  For every black man with a trigger if he pull it but\n  Could he take another option instead of stopping yep -\n  Next time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown\n  On the penal code the C in fold\n  Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\n  Better known as the other route\n  Hate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\n  It's like a scene from slaughterhouse\n  Word of mouth does more damage than gunpowder\n  Niggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":10263131,"name":"Runnin Away","trackName":"Runnin Away","artistName":"KRS‐One","albumName":"Survival Skills","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In my neighborhood there's a bullet\nFor every black man with a trigger if he pull it but\nCould he take another option instead of stopping yep -\nNext time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown\nOn the penal code the C in fold\nWhy smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\nBetter known as the other route\nHate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\nIt's like a scene from slaughterhouse\nWord of mouth does more damage than gunpowder\nNiggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away\n  artist: KRS‐One\n  album: Survival Skills\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In my neighborhood there's a bullet\n  For every black man with a trigger if he pull it but\n  Could he take another option instead of stopping yep -\n  Next time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown\n  On the penal code the C in fold\n  Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\n  Better known as the other route\n  Hate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\n  It's like a scene from slaughterhouse\n  Word of mouth does more damage than gunpowder\n  Niggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":36828250,"name":"Runnin Away","trackName":"Runnin Away","artistName":"KRS‐One & Buckshot","albumName":"Survival Skills","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Why you running away?\nThey on they way\nStop running away\nThey on they way\nWhy you running away?\nThey on they way\nStop running away\nThey on they way\nStand up\n\nIn my neighborhood it's a problem\nFor every black man with a trigger if he pulls\nBut could he take another option instead of stopping?\n\nYep, next time keep it moving up the block or duck\nDownload the pin code to see info\nWhy smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\nBetter known as the other route\nThe way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\nIt's like a scene from Slaughterhouse\nWord of mouth does more damage than gun power\nNiggas feelings get hurt, now it's a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbones\n\nLaw saying what's going on in my backyard\nThe facts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star, I know we get that far\n\nWhat you gon' do?\nKeep on running\nThese keep coming\nWe see something\nOut of the blue\n\nWhen it comes to this they don't miss\nOne shot, one hit\nWhat you gon' do?\nKeep on running\nThese keep coming\nWe see something\nOut of the blue\n\nWhen it comes to this they don't miss\nOne shot, one hit\nWhat you gon' do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while you fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to the script like plantain chips\n\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\n\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\n'Fore they do me like Amadou\nI'ma do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spics like tigers and lions\n\nCute little babies but when they grow put 'em behind iron\nLet 'em join the military, fight for the country hard\n\nThrow 'em some college money, get 'em a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio president to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Geppetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalashnikov in my arm's reach\nFuck the commercial world, I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\n\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist boot camp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nAnd start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nWhat you gon' do?\nKeep on running\nThese keep coming\nWe see something\nOut of the blue\n\nWhen it comes to this they don't miss\nOne shot, one hit\nWhat you gon' do?\nKeep on running\nThese keep coming\nWe see something\nOut of the blue\n\nWhen it comes to this they don't miss\nOne shot, one hit\nWhat you gon' do?\n\nKRS Buckshot, Brooklyn love that\nRap to the realness, we dusting them bloodclot\nBronx man come through like pop pop\n.22, .45 Glock, we stop that\nBefore I push a mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n'Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n\nBut they ain't gon' like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd hold heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers, hip-hop's true leaders\nThe teacher, I'm chilling in New Orleans\nUnder the I-10 with the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption, families dying\nAnd we still on the TV bugging?\n\nRise up niggas, get your guns up niggas\nFeed your family, get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas, get your guns up niggas\nFeed your family, get your sons, listen\n\nIt's an honor to be rocking with Duck Down\nAs you can see it's a good thing you stuck 'round\nFuck clowns, we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to Uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\n'Cause we rocking cities and farm towns\nI'm armed now\nYou know true revolutionaries are beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now\n\nLet me go freestyle while I got the chance\nThis is about talk, real talk, not dance\nI'm in the studio, live brothers you know\nThis is how we go and we got to go\nYo, Bucktown, Bucktown, Duck Down\nBucktown, Duck Down\nBucktown, Duck Down\nBucktown, Duck Down","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away\n  artist: KRS‐One & Buckshot\n  album: Survival Skills\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why you running away?\n  They on they way\n  Stop running away\n  They on they way\n  Why you running away?\n  They on they way\n  Stop running away\n  They on they way\n  Stand up\n\n  In my neighborhood it's a problem\n  For every black man with a trigger if he pulls\n  But could he take another option instead of stopping?\n\n  Yep, next time keep it moving up the block or duck\n  Download the pin code to see info\n  Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\n  Better known as the other route\n  The way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\n  It's like a scene from Slaughterhouse\n  Word of mouth does more damage than gun power\n  Niggas feelings get hurt, now it's a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbones\n\n  Law saying what's going on in my backyard\n  The facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star, I know we get that far\n\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while you fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to the script like plantain chips\n\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  'Fore they do me like Amadou\n  I'ma do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spics like tigers and lions\n\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put 'em behind iron\n  Let 'em join the military, fight for the country hard\n\n  Throw 'em some college money, get 'em a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio president to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Geppetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalashnikov in my arm's reach\n  Fuck the commercial world, I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist boot camp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  And start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n\n  KRS Buckshot, Brooklyn love that\n  Rap to the realness, we dusting them bloodclot\n  Bronx man come through like pop pop\n  .22, .45 Glock, we stop that\n  Before I push a mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  'Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n\n  But they ain't gon' like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And hold heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers, hip-hop's true leaders\n  The teacher, I'm chilling in New Orleans\n  Under the I-10 with the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption, families dying\n  And we still on the TV bugging?\n\n  Rise up niggas, get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your family, get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas, get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your family, get your sons, listen\n\n  It's an honor to be rocking with Duck Down\n  As you can see it's a good thing you stuck 'round\n  Fuck clowns, we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to Uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  'Cause we rocking cities and farm towns\n  I'm armed now\n  You know true revolutionaries are beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n\n  Let me go freestyle while I got the chance\n  This is about talk, real talk, not dance\n  I'm in the studio, live brothers you know\n  This is how we go and we got to go\n  Yo, Bucktown, Bucktown, Duck Down\n  Bucktown, Duck Down\n  Bucktown, Duck Down\n  Bucktown, Duck Down\n"},{"id":32182898,"name":"Runnin Away featuring Immortal Technique","trackName":"Runnin Away featuring Immortal Technique","artistName":"KRS-One","albumName":"Survival Skills","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In my neighborhood there's a bullet\nFor every black man with a trigger if he pull it but\nCould he take another option instead of stopping yep -\nNext time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown\nOn the penal code the C in fold\nWhy smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\nBetter known as the other route\nHate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\nIt's like a scene from slaughterhouse\nWord of mouth does more damage than gunpowder\nNiggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away featuring Immortal Technique\n  artist: KRS-One\n  album: Survival Skills\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In my neighborhood there's a bullet\n  For every black man with a trigger if he pull it but\n  Could he take another option instead of stopping yep -\n  Next time keep it moving up the block on Duckdown\n  On the penal code the C in fold\n  Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\n  Better known as the other route\n  Hate the way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\n  It's like a scene from slaughterhouse\n  Word of mouth does more damage than gunpowder\n  Niggas' feelings get hurt? Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":20352135,"name":"Runnin Away (feat. 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Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away (feat. 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Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":33699895,"name":"Runnin Away (feat. 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Immortal Technique)\n  artist: KRS‐One\n  album: Survival Skills\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Why you running away?\n  They on they way\n  Stop running away\n  They on they way\n  Why you running away?\n  They on they way\n  Stop running away\n  They on they way\n  Stand up\n\n  In my neighborhood it's a problem\n  For every black man with a trigger if he pulls\n  But could he take another option instead of stopping?\n\n  Yep, next time keep it moving up the block or duck\n  Download the pin code to see info\n  Why smart motherfuckers take the scenic road\n  Better known as the other route\n  The way the cops is hopping out on my niggas\n  It's like a scene from Slaughterhouse\n  Word of mouth does more damage than gun power\n  Niggas feelings get hurt, now it's a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbones\n\n  Law saying what's going on in my backyard\n  The facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star, I know we get that far\n\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while you fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to the script like plantain chips\n\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  'Fore they do me like Amadou\n  I'ma do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spics like tigers and lions\n\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put 'em behind iron\n  Let 'em join the military, fight for the country hard\n\n  Throw 'em some college money, get 'em a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio president to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Geppetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalashnikov in my arm's reach\n  Fuck the commercial world, I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist boot camp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  And start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n  Keep on running\n  These keep coming\n  We see something\n  Out of the blue\n\n  When it comes to this they don't miss\n  One shot, one hit\n  What you gon' do?\n\n  KRS Buckshot, Brooklyn love that\n  Rap to the realness, we dusting them bloodclot\n  Bronx man come through like pop pop\n  .22, .45 Glock, we stop that\n  Before I push a mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  'Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n\n  But they ain't gon' like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And hold heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers, hip-hop's true leaders\n  The teacher, I'm chilling in New Orleans\n  Under the I-10 with the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption, families dying\n  And we still on the TV bugging?\n\n  Rise up niggas, get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your family, get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas, get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your family, get your sons, listen\n\n  It's an honor to be rocking with Duck Down\n  As you can see it's a good thing you stuck 'round\n  Fuck clowns, we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to Uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  'Cause we rocking cities and farm towns\n  I'm armed now\n  You know true revolutionaries are beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n\n  Let me go freestyle while I got the chance\n  This is about talk, real talk, not dance\n  I'm in the studio, live brothers you know\n  This is how we go and we got to go\n  Yo, Bucktown, Bucktown, Duck Down\n  Bucktown, Duck Down\n  Bucktown, Duck Down\n  Bucktown, Duck Down\n"},{"id":9699882,"name":"Runnin Away","trackName":"Runnin Away","artistName":"KRS‐One & Buckshot feat. 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Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away\n  artist: KRS‐One & Buckshot feat. 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Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":36605257,"name":"Runnin Away","trackName":"Runnin Away","artistName":"KRS-One & Buckshot feat. 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Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away (feat. 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Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":12335484,"name":"Runnin Away Ft. 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Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away Ft. 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Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":16564187,"name":"Runnin Away (feat. 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Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away (feat. 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Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"},{"id":32976279,"name":"Runnin Away Ft. 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Now its a problem\nI got them on the phone talking to backbar\nLord saying what's going on in my backyard\nFacts are every black man ain't a rap star\nTrack star, trap star know we get that far\n\nWhat you gonna do?\nKeep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\nWhen it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\nWhat you gonna do?\n\nI don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\nOr if you stuck to script like plantain chips\nJust remember soldier that when the government flips\nIt's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\nVisions of the future toxic in my cranium\nLike the byproducts of enriching uranium\nGentrification byproduct like the palladium\nSo this is the message that I relate to them\nBefore they do me like Amadou\nI'm a do what I gotta do\nYou should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\nThey treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\nCute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\nLet them join the military, fight for the country hard\nThrow them some college money, get them a green card\nGet a black Pinocchio President to lead\nBut controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\nGuerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\nMicrophone like the Kalakov my arms reach\nFuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\nWe carry the underground like a rickshaw\nHard work like raising children on food stamps\nTrained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\nI'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\nStart the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\nKRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\nBrap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\nBronx man come true like pop pop\n.22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\nBefore I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\nCause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\nPeople act like it's insanity to fight back\nYeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\nBut they ain't goin to like this either\nThey hate it when slaves become writers and readers\nAnd Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\nWe culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\nI'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\nWith the last victims of Katrina\nYou gotta see the corruption\nFamilies dying and we still on the TV buggin?\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up niggas\nRise up niggas get your guns up niggas\nFeed your families get your funds up\nIt's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\nAs you can see its a good thing you stuck round\nFuck clowns we the original Bucktown\nWe generals with connections to uptown\nWe gotta tell the crowd calm down\nCause we rock in cities and farm towns\nI'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\nWe throwing bombs now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Runnin Away Ft. 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Now its a problem\n  I got them on the phone talking to backbar\n  Lord saying what's going on in my backyard\n  Facts are every black man ain't a rap star\n  Track star, trap star know we get that far\n\n  What you gonna do?\n  Keep on running, thieves keep coming out of the blue\n  When it comes to this, they going to get one shot, one hit\n  What you gonna do?\n\n  I don't care if you bump this while your fucking your whip\n  Or if you stuck to script like plantain chips\n  Just remember soldier that when the government flips\n  It's going down harder than the last bullet in the Glock clip\n  Visions of the future toxic in my cranium\n  Like the byproducts of enriching uranium\n  Gentrification byproduct like the palladium\n  So this is the message that I relate to them\n  Before they do me like Amadou\n  I'm a do what I gotta do\n  You should follow through before they bottle you out of the blue\n  They treat niggas and spicks like tigers and lions\n  Cute little babies but when they grow put them behind iron\n  Let them join the military, fight for the country hard\n  Throw them some college money, get them a green card\n  Get a black Pinocchio President to lead\n  But controlled by an old white Gepetto on Wall Street\n  Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete\n  Microphone like the Kalakov my arms reach\n  Fuck the commercial world I'd rather spit raw\n  We carry the underground like a rickshaw\n  Hard work like raising children on food stamps\n  Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist bootcamp\n  I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age\n  Start the BDP motherfuckers right off stage\n\n  KRS Buckshot Brooklyn lovedot\n  Brap to the realness we dusting them bloodclots\n  Bronx man come true like pop pop\n  .22, .45, Glock, man we stock that\n  Before I put your mop back I'm pushing a cop back\n  Cause they violent and I'm trying to stop that\n  People act like it's insanity to fight back\n  Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that\n  But they ain't goin to like this either\n  They hate it when slaves become writers and readers\n  And Hold Heaters and don't need they femurs\n  We culture keepers Hip Hop's true leaders\n  I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10\n  With the last victims of Katrina\n  You gotta see the corruption\n  Families dying and we still on the TV buggin?\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up niggas\n  Rise up niggas get your guns up niggas\n  Feed your families get your funds up\n  It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown\n  As you can see its a good thing you stuck round\n  Fuck clowns we the original Bucktown\n  We generals with connections to uptown\n  We gotta tell the crowd calm down\n  Cause we rock in cities and farm towns\n  I'm on now, you know true revolutionaries beyond guns\n  We throwing bombs now\n"}]