Runnin' juice fast, runnin', runnin' juice fast Runnin' runnin' runnin' r-runnin' runnin' runnin' *** THE SLOW MO Fashions slayin' you, protestin' till you're in a ***in' look book Everything I script looks like an anarchist cook book Look good, posing in the center for the cook book Black on black on black, wear the ski mask, that is my cook book How you like my styling, bruh? Ain't nobody smilin', bruh Bout to turn this mother***er up like Riker's Island, bruh But my thuggers and my cripples and my blooders and my brothers When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police mother***ers Or take over a jail, give them COs hell They're burnin' all their sofa, goddamn, I love the smell Like it's the pillow torchin', where the *** the warden? And when you find him, we don't kill him, we just waterboard him We killin' him for freedom, cause they tortured us for boredom And even if some good ones die, *** it, the Lord'll sort them We outta order, your honor, you outta order This whole court is unimportant, you ***ers are walkin' corpses I'm a flip wig synonym, livin' with indistortion I bite into a cyanide mauler before you whores win I'm a New Yorkie and I'm ***ed with a junk I wear my Yankees so tilted, I actually walk with a hunch Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinners for sons Hey, we the type to preach it with a grin and a clench Runnin' too fast, runnin', runnin' too fast Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin' too fast, runnin', runnin' too fast Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' A wise man once said, we all dead, *** you Just spit it, disgustin', youngin', and hold your nuts while you gunnin' I listened tight to the sentence on my dick last summer Now I'll never get that phrase off my brain, it's no wonder I'm here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money I'm trainin', vagina whisperin', glistenin', waitin' for their christenin' I know the neighbors can't help but listenin' Uh, a dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance I can't even relax without sirens off in the distance Not shittin', you little buddy, this ***in' island's a prison The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visitin' My solitary condition, preventin' conjugal visits Domainin' missin', my missus, they keepin' me from my chillin' Conditions create a villain, the villain is givin' vision The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons The forehead engravers and slavers of men and women Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion So strip his kids to the *** and then tell him God'll forgive him Runnin' too fast, runnin', runnin' too fast Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', too fast, runnin', runnin' too fast Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' It's Taylor on the cut, lookin' six on your stitchin' crew I'm miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew My battle status is burnin' mansions from Dallas to Malibu Check my resume, your residence is residue And my honeydick will backflip for you You playin' God, your eye socket, she gon' rip it too We sick of bleedin' out a tray, sprayin' victim you Dunk Dye and Philip A.K. dickin' you Eclipse in the bottom, we dippin' from Gotham Yes, eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin I'm a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony Rip that rock in my law, feds is checkin' my melody Less aggressively testin' with bumps, stretches and penalties Dump cases, we facin' a cop, please will we season a pump With reason to dump on you global grand dragons Still pilin' fast, bustin' Afghani, toe-taggin' Now they trackin' me, yeah, we bustin' backseat The only thing that clothes quicker than our caskets be the factory