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| Artist: RZA (Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector) Album: Bulworth soundtrack Song: The Chase Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com 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 (repeat 2X) 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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