Run ft. Jadakiss
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Street Life]
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
Thug therapist, my clan's too original
My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for why'all common street criminals
Who want to come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little physical
I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin till I retire

[Redman]
Yo yo yo
When it comes to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape over
You woke up four gorillas wit a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon loose off the chain choker
Hardcore, ?jacore? I hate poker
But why'all spread when my bullet's daytona

[Chorus 8x]
Comin through, comin through duck
Run for cover (BASS!)

[Method Man]
Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
From none of why'all, please
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness wildin out like special ed classes

[Ghostface Killah]
Straight out the gate, meet Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power rose
Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off though
Came out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
Congratulations on your new flick
Burn it dead who max the most
Word up you got the most Clarks
Bravehearts spin this
For under come down in the pale he need minutes
Told why'all before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guinness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey

[Redman]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!!!
That's the way I like it

[Method Man]




PISSY ASS RUSTY ASS NIGGAS!!
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Overall Meaning

The song "Run" by Ghostface Killah features verses from rappers Street Life, Redman, and Method Man. Each rapper showcases their unique style over a beat that is heavy on the bass. Street Life opens the song with lyrics that are poetic and complex, speaking of his skill and originality in the rap game. Redman follows with his humorous and brash style, spitting rhymes about his love for weed and his ability to take out his enemies. Method Man's verse features his signature flow and wordplay, highlighting his ability to dominate the microphone with his powerful presence. Ghostface Killah closes out the song with his aggressive and confident style, bragging about his success and achievements in the rap game. The chorus is repeated throughout, urging listeners to take cover as the rappers come through with their intense verses.


The lyrics of "Run" show a dedication to the craft of rap and a desire to dominate in the game through skill and originality. Each rapper brings their own unique style to the song, with Street Life showcasing lyrical complexity, Redman showcasing humor and brashness, Method Man showcasing his flow and wordplay, and Ghostface Killah showcasing his aggression and confidence. The heavy bass of the beat adds to the intense and urgent feeling of the song, with the repeated chorus urging listeners to take cover as the rappers come through with their powerful verses.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
I'm here, pay attention!


It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
I'm a pessimistic and serious rapper with profound lyrics.


On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
Even on my last breath, I can drop bars that are absolutely devastating.


I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
I don't listen to music, I destroy microphones with my rapping.


Thug therapist, my clan's too original
I'm here to relieve your problems, but my crew and what we do are unique.


My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
My use of language is powerful, and my lyrics paint a vivid picture.


Too digital for why'all common street criminals
My rhyming skills are advanced for the average street thug.


Who want to come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
Any challenger is welcome to the ring, but they're going to get their ass kicked.


We can get off the mic and get a little physical
If a verbal showdown doesn't suffice, we can meet up and fight.


I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
The moment I was born, I was destined to be a rap superstar.


Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
With a mic in hand, I'm an unstoppable lyrical assassin.


Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
I'm an exceptional lyricist who provides hip-hop music, and I can brawl like a boxer.


Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I'm a risk-taker, and I can light up the stage.


I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
My rhymes are like drugs, and I'm for hire to take care of those who mess with me.


I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
My lyrics can be deadly, and I can provide the highest-quality rhymes.


Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
I'm like a skilled pilot who can maneuver the microphone with ease.


And I won't stop rockin till I retire
I'll keep rapping until I'm no longer physically able to do so.


When it comes to the darts, I throw em
I don't mess around when it comes to rap.


Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
I have the power to make your house explode with the intensity of a flamethrower.


Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I'm a cannabis user, and I'm hiding out in the lawn to avoid the authorities.


I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah
I'm in control, and I can handle massive challenges.


Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
My rhymes are strong enough to make you wheeze, and I have the power to take control.


My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
My team is so powerful that we can shut down an entire airplane.


(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over
I'm shutting you down, and there's no way for you to talk back.


Pass the pussy, get out, date's over
I'm not interested in what you're offering, so leave.


Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
Go back to your slow, boring life.


Redline to five on the highway shoulder
I'm driving really fast and breaking the rules.


Enemies say "Doc the one to play closer"
My opponents believe I'm the one who's going to come after them.


This baboon loose off the chain choker
I'm a wild animal that's out of control.


Hardcore, ?jacore? I hate poker
I'm tough as nails and don't enjoy games of chance.


But why'all spread when my bullet's daytona
I'm driving so fast that I'm leaving my opponents in the dust.


Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
What I'm doing isn't old music; it's fresh hip-hop.


Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
My beats are hitting your speakers so hard that they're silenced.


Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit
I'm bringing the heat with an intense amount of energy.


I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
I'm so intense that I'm blinding, and I'm firing my gun rapidly.


Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Challenge me if you dare, that's how I see it.


Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
I'm confident in my abilities, and I don't need to argue in court.


From none of why'all, please
Don't mess with me.


I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
I'm tough enough to handle even the messiest situations.


Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
I'm making money for my family and won't share with outsiders.


That's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
This is how we operate, with strength and astounding speed.


Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
I'm Method Man, a tough and powerful rapper who's in charge.


I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck
If you owe me money, you better pay up or face the consequences.


I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threats
You should protect yourself because I'm serious about what I say.


Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
I'm knocking you out with a punch and making a lot of money in the process.


Smash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
I'm destroying my opponents like they're nothing but drugs.


At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses
We're the ones who shut down the party and take over.


Madness wildin out like special ed classes
We're going crazy like a special education class.


Straight out the gate, meet Tony
I'm starting fast and with power.


Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
I'm the top boss who's ruling New York in a big way.


Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power rose
I'm tough and have traveled long and far, with money to spare.


Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
My cars are filthy, and I don't care about the law or probation.


Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
I'm calling out to the person who wears Wallabee Timberland boots, and I'm ready to go wild.


We in the spot, guns go off though
We're inside and weapons are firing.


Came out his mask it was Ollie North
Someone took off their mask and was revealed to be the controversial Ollie North.


Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
Oh no, it's Ghostface Killah!


Congratulations on your new flick
Congratulations on your new movie project.


Burn it dead who max the most
Let's celebrate by getting high and talking about who's the best.


Word up you got the most Clarks
I heard you have the largest collection of Clarks shoes.


Bravehearts spin this
Let's put on some good music.


For under come down in the pale he need minutes
Someone is coming down from using drugs and needs some time to recover.


Told why'all before I kick doors off the hinges
I've told you this before: I'm tough enough to kick down doors without help.


Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guinness
I don't have any drinks to offer you, so don't ask.


Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
I have a lot of cash like Barry Blue, and I'm relaxed like Keanu Reeves wearing comfortable slippers.


Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
I'm playing golf like a pro with the legendary Jack Nicklaus.


Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
I have religious statues and dangerous chemicals on hand.


Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey
I can make it through the toughest times and still give back to others.


Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!!!
I'm excited and enthusiastic about what's happening.


PISSY ASS RUSTY ASS NIGGAS!!
You're weak and dirty players who can't keep up.


(0-7-1-0-3) 1-0-3-0-4
This is a phone number or radio code.


Comin through, comin through duck
Get out of the way, here we come.


Run for cover (BASS!)
Hide, we're about to start something intense.




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@52Devil

"My timbs start feelin' like they nike air's on me" Classic. Kiss never drop a wack verse

@dorrellk7471

down shiftin on em like i got gears on me

@mookg3783

My favorite part of kiss verse since 8th grade tho๐Ÿ’ฏ

@Fight4Power

Jada Mr consistency, never a wack verse

@kos1734

top 3 alive- has to be

@kalbaker9941

Rick Razor Right it's crazy. My back from back home tried comparing Fab to Shane Battier like he was good but never evolved, I had to stop fucking with him. Can't deal with people who make bad decisions like that

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@johnathonhardman1634

"Can't go to jail my momma cooking chicken for dinner." Legendary

@goodbrothersteve

I waited throughout the entire song to hear that part

@VeryRellDressed

classic.. Best part of the song

@nmemassive

Yea, that's my favourite part of the song! Cuz I'm dirty like the corner in the bathroom floor! Sick lyrics. REAL HIP-HOP all day! Real emcees, not fake like Soulja Boy, Nicki Minaj, Young Thug, Chief Keef & those other cookie cutter garbage rappers. I hope Ghostface & Remy Ma do a collaboration someday. Wu-Tang & Terror Squad exclusive

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