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When shit get hard
I ain't running, running, running
I ain't running, running, running
I ain't running, running, running
When shit get hard
I ain't

Even Shadows Have Shadows

Eyedea

We Came from Beyond

2001

chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
So people say I've changed, and it's

1112

GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this
The portrait's too

Minority Report

Jay-Z

Kingdom Come

2006

doing a good job
And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people
No water, I fought for my country for years
We need help, we really need help
In

that nigga
Stay solid
Keep that shit a hundred
Type shit
Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexh
It's Wilt the Stilt
You know I put up a hundred
My

with not being caught by police
Was running hot
Like a crap's player on a streak
When you hit it, you just run with it
He always told me
We had so much

that's the portrait of your highness

Rooted out my seeds in isolation
Cultivate my means and practice patience
See all the evidence is correlating
Potent

a Birkin and she filled it with hundreds
I'm something like a trophy
How bad do you want it
She whispered in my ear and said baby I already earned it
She

Now we're running out of time
Got nobody by your side
Looking for a better life
All the things you sacrificed
Now we're running out of time
Got

fucked them all in that order)

Running i'm running i'm running
Give me the hundreds
If they ain't blue I don't want it
Haters just mad how i'm coming
Mad

The 2 Miss Leavens

Rasputina

Sister Kinderhook

2010

highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history

I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still

cranked the Chevy & i headed down the street, unaware of the problem I’d meet, my pops running amuck what i sight to see, 
From the alcohol, lord can you

for show and tell naga you running to tell negus
You hell you aint real you dont keep dis shit one hundred for real
You aint hungry you aint eating no

it back
WOAH!
Running it back
Running it back
Running it back
WOAH!

Moving reckless straight from the intro
Whose that creeping 
Right by the window

of a man, purely
It's a sight to be seen
God-fearing and dipping with a minivan
"Thumbs up" while they're painting my portrait
Like a Bob Ross to "Beat

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
I go to war with a hundred of 'em
Everything I got by Faith
So I ain't gotta focus on the hate

Run it up, Run it up,

of blood spill
Like an oven no chill
All for 100 dollar bills
Never did it for the thrill
Don't judge by sight, my people they bright, just need a God that

Think you can step up
Better come correctly
I don't know why I drive
A hundred in fifty-five
Never find a better sign than this one
Come to me when

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

I been running to the bag running to the bag running

 Running to the bag running to the bag stunting

Running to the bag running to the bag hundred

I told them niggas to Back Down
I was fucking around, but I'm back now
It ain't shit you can say, but you all in the way
100's and 50's they all in

Paramedics

The Game

The R.E.D. Album [f.y.e. Exclusive Bonus Track]

2011

niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics

Here come the pain I've got

doesnt move
Im gonnna bust it loose im gonna let em know
You gotta move or get
Swallowed by the undertow!

Ive got a new point of view that 100 proof
Ive

Hundred bands, I just do my money dance payment in advance
I’m the man, always wanted to be great so imma do it if I can
I’m the man, ok ok ok we got