Rza

Rza - Chase lyrics

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Burst, better run, better run for your life!

Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo)

Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof

The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ...

(Yo) Burst!

Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission

I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em

Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers

Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes

Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man

and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan

What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck

High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up

Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire

Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire

Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode

Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode

Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers

Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power

Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs

Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds

I couldn't see, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me

I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree

It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over

I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over

to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER

I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters

I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck

Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh

and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left

My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull

It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off

Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off

Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi

Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof

The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me

Killer Bee, fast lamborghini

[x2]

Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction

One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me

Count to three, jumped up, I fired back

My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head

like Dig Dug, partner crashes in

with the infrared precision shots, just missin

Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled

Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow

Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window

Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball

I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi

Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof

The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me

Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini

Bobby Steels on the track, word up

Bout to escape with the tape

Word up

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