Runnin' Away - KRS-One & Buckshot Ft. Immortal Technique [2009]

[Enzo]

KRS-One & Buckshot - Runnin' Away Ft. Immortal Technique (Prod. Black Milk) [2009]

Unofficial Lyrics

[Buckshot]

Why you running away?,
They on they way,
Stop running away,
They on they way,
Why you running away?,
They on they way,
Stop running away,
They on they way,

Stand up,
In my neighbour hood it's a problem for every black man with a trigga if he pulled,
But could he take another option instead of stopping? (yup),
Next time keep it moving up the block on duck-down,
Know the penal code, see it in fold,
While smart motherfuckers take the scenic road,
Better known as 'the other rap', the way the cops are hoping outta my nigga is like a scene from slaughter house,
Word of mouth does more damage to gun powder then niggas feelings get hurt,
Now it's a problem, I got that on the phone talking to Bapa,
Lord saying 'what's going on in my backyard?',
Facts are - every black man ain't a rap star, track star, trap star, I know we get that far.

[Chorus x 2]

Whatcha gon' do?
Keep on running, these keep coming they see something outta the blue.
When it comes to this - They don't miss one shot, one hit.

[Immortal Technique]

I don’t care if you bump this while you fuck in your whip,
Or if you stuck to the strip like plantain chips,
Just remember soldier, that when the government flips,
It's going down harder than the last bullet in the glock clip,
Visions of the future are toxic in my cranium,
Like the by-products of enriching uranium,
Gentrification by-product like the palladium,
So this is the message that I relate to them,
Before they do me like Amadou, Imma’ do what I gotta do,
You should follow through, before they bottle you outta the blue,
They treat niggas and spics like tigers and lions,
Cute little babies but when they grow; put them behind iron,
Let them join the military, fight for the country hard
Throw in some college money, get 'em a green card,
Get a black Pinocchio president to lead,
But controlled by an old white Geppetto on Wall Street,
Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete,
Microphone like the Kalakov in my arms reach,
Fuck the commercial world, I’d rather spit raw,
We carry the underground like a Rickshaw,
Hard work like raising children on food-stamps,
Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist boot-camp,
I’m here to celebrate the rebirth of an age (the what?!),
And start the B.D.P. [Boogie Down Productions] muthafuckas right off stage.

[Chorus x 2]

[KRS-One]

KRS, Buckshot, Brooklyn, love that,
Brap to the realness we dusting the blood glock,
Bronx man come through like pop, pop, 22, 45, glock we stock that,
Before I put your mop back I pushing the cop back,
Cuz they violent and I'm tryna stop that,
People act like it's insanity to fight back,
Yeah I know Mr. Sean Hannity won't like that,
Ha, but they ain't going to like this either,
They hate it when slaves become writers and readers,
And hole headers and don't need their Femers,
We culture keepers, Hip-Hop's true leaders,
The teacher, I'm chilling in New Orleans under the I-10 with the last victims of Katrina,
You gotta see the corruption, families dying and we still on the TV bugging?!,
Rise up niggas, get your guns up niggas, feed your family, get your funds up niggas,
Rise up niggas, get your guns up niggas, feed your family, get your sons up niggas.

Listen, it's an honour to be rocking with duck down,
As you can see it's a good thing you stuck round,
Ha, fuck clowns, we the original buck town,
We generals with connections to uptown,
We gotta tell the crowd 'calm down' cuz we rocking cities and farm towns,
I'm armed now, you know true revolutionaries are beyond guns we throwing bombs now.

(This time be the last time)

Let me go freestyle while I got the chance,
Yeah this is about talk, real talk not dance,
Ha, I'm in the studio, live brothers you know, this is how we go,
And we got to go, buck town, buck town, duck down, buck town, duck down, buck town, duck down, buck town, duck down.

(This time be the last time)

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Transcribed by Lor3nzO & theaziz831. Corrections by Muslim Soldier.

[theaziz831]

ok since I love this song I decided to try my hand at transcribing lyrics to this...below you can find my first ever transcribed lyrics...Im sure there are many many mistakes please amend and @Lorenzo after the mistakes are fixed can you put it in your original post

Enjoy


[Buckshot]

why you running away
they on they way
stop runining away
they on they way
why u running away
they on they way
stop runing away
they on they way

STAND UP

in my neighbour hood its a program, for every black man with a trigga if he pulled
but could he take another option instead of stopping (yupp)
next time keep it moving up the block on duckdown
download the penal code the seein fold while smart motherfuckers take the scenic road
better known as the other rap the way the cops are hoping outta my nigga is like a scene from slaugher house
word of mouth does more damage to gun powder then niggas feelings get hurt
now its a problem, i got that on the phone talking to bapa
lord saying whats going on in my backyard
Facts are everyblack man aint a rap star, track star, trap star no we get that far

[Chorus] 2x

Whatcha going do keep on running these keep coming they see something outta the blue
when it comes to this they dont miss one shot one hit

Watcha going do

[Immortal Technique]

I don’t care if you bump this while you fuck in your whip,
Or if you stuck to the strip like plantain chips,
Just remember soldier, that when the government flips,
Its going down harder than the last bullet in the glock clip,
Visions of the future are toxic in my cranium
Like the by-products of enriching uranium
Gentrification by-product like the palladium
So this is the message that i relate to them,
Before they do me like Amadou, Imma’ do what i gotta do,
You should follow through, before they bottle you outta the blue,
They treat niggas and spics like tigers and lions,
Cute little babies but when they grow; put them behind iron,
Let them join the military, fight for the country hard
Throw in some college money, get em’ a green card,
Get a black Pinocchio president to lead,
But controlled by an old white Geppetto on Wall Street,
Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete,
Microphone like the Kalakov in my arms reach,
Fuck the commercial world, I’d rather spit raw,
We carry the underground like a rickshaw,
Hard work like raising children on food-stamps,
Trained to fuck you up like a terrorist boot-camp,
I’m here to celebrate the rebirth of an age,
_____ ___B.D.P. muthafuckas right off stage.

[Chorus] 2x

Watcha gone do

[krs-One]

KRS buck shot brooklyn love dat, brap to the realness we dusting the blood glock
Bronx man come through like pop pop, 22, 45, glock we stock that
before i put your mop back i pushing the cop back, cuz they violent and im tryna to stop that
people act like its insanity to fight back yeah i know mr Sean Hanity wont like that
ha but they aint going to like this either they hate it when slaves become writers and readers and hole headers and dont need their femers
we culture keepers, hip hops true leaders
the teacher Im chilling in New Orleans under the I-10 with the last victims of Katrina
You gotta see the corruption, familys dying and we still on the TV bugging
rise up niggas get ur guns up niggas, feed your family, get your funds up niggas
rise up niggas get ur guns up niggas, feed your family, get your suns up niggas
Listen its an honour to be rocking with duck down as you can see its a good thing you stuck round
ha fuck clowns we the original buck town, we generals with connections to uptown
we gotta tell the crowd calm down cuz we rocking cities and farm towns
im armed now, you know true revolutionaries are beyond guns we throwing bombs now

(this time be the last time)

Let me go free style while I got the chance
ya this is about talk real talk not dance
ha Im in the studio live brothers you know this is how we go
and we gotta go buck town, buck town, duck down, buck town, duck down, buck town , duck down, buck town duck down

(this time be the last time)

[JAE]

^ thanks homie, I'll add em

[Asshole]

you spelled "whole" as "hole"

[ClichéGuevara]

It's hole as in hol' not whole.