[Intro: Jean Grae]
He's back again for the first day
We gonna do this one a little different
Jean Grae, trying to test the waters with this one
(Where you gonna run?)
Not far
(Where you gonna run?)
Where you gonna go? Jean...
[Verse One: Jean Grae]
Alright, underground climb up, this a new line up
Niggas fight your way through
If you're not ready to lose, may I suggest that you let us the fuck through
Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down
Dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know
Hands in the air, knees in, knees out
Drop a little cymbal on them this time, no doubt
Let's go
Alright, ten years deep and my tenure's still deep
My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat
I meant that a decade's almost passed since Baseball was released
And I'm struggling still hustling to eat
I must be built with adamantium skin
While y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in
With your heart poking through on your arm stupid
Drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed
My mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin'
Didn't mean to get loud, no disrepect
But you know the Jean is a threat to your checks
Niggas heart burning no prowl no sec to stop the attack
Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track
And now I finally got some hate it's good, let it be known
I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone
Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya
To quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up
He's back again for the first day
We gonna do this one a little different
Jean Grae, trying to test the waters with this one
(Where you gonna run?)
Not far
(Where you gonna run?)
Where you gonna go? Jean...
[Verse One: Jean Grae]
Alright, underground climb up, this a new line up
Niggas fight your way through
If you're not ready to lose, may I suggest that you let us the fuck through
Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down
Dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know
Hands in the air, knees in, knees out
Drop a little cymbal on them this time, no doubt
Let's go
Alright, ten years deep and my tenure's still deep
My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat
I meant that a decade's almost passed since Baseball was released
And I'm struggling still hustling to eat
I must be built with adamantium skin
While y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in
With your heart poking through on your arm stupid
Drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed
My mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin'
Didn't mean to get loud, no disrepect
But you know the Jean is a threat to your checks
Niggas heart burning no prowl no sec to stop the attack
Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track
And now I finally got some hate it's good, let it be known
I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone
Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya
To quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up
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