Run 4 Cover
Method Man & Redman Lyrics
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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 y'all common street criminals
Who want to come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
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
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
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 y'all spread when my bullet's daytona
Comin through, comin through duck, run for cover
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
Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
From none of y'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
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 y'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
The opening lines of Method Man & Redman's song Run 4 Cover set the stage for an intense lyrical flow that focuses on the art of hip-hop, boasting and metaphorical prowess. The rapper talks about his critical rap flow that is just as energetic on his deathbed as it is outside of it. He showcases his hostility towards those who would test him, referring to them as "common street criminals" in a slick wordplay. He claims to be a "thug therapist" but adds that his clan is too original for the police. When he delivers rhymes, they are too "digital" for most ears to follow. He can be physical too, showing off his martial arts skills while claiming to be on his death bed spitting the sickest flows.
Redman's verse picks up right where Meth left off, and his words flow with the same energy and slickness. He reminisces about days gone by and boasts about his vocal prowess, claiming that his "hundred-thousand watts" drop like a "mute kit" in speakers. He talks about his conquest of opponents, whether he's battling them in a rap battle or getting physical with them outside the studio. He even claims that he can train babies for free when he's not making music. The song ends with a verse from Ghostface Killah.
Overall, Run 4 Cover stands out as a rap masterclass, with each verse showing off the rapper's verbal acrobatics and creative flow.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
Hey everyone, listen up!
It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
I'm a rap artist with a sarcastic and clever style
On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
Even on my death bed, I will continue to rap with impressive skill
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
I am not a fan of the system, I rebel against it through my music
Thug therapist, my clan's too original
I am a therapist for the streets, my crew is unique and exceptional
My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
My unique vocabulary and phrases have a strong impact on listeners
Too digital for y'all common street criminals
My advanced style is beyond the understanding of regular street thugs
Who want to come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
Any challenger will be humiliated and defeated by me
We can get off the mic and get a little physical
If necessary, we can take it outside and settle it through fighting
I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
I was destined to be a rock star from birth
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
I use my words like a sword, my lyrics are prolific and impactful
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
I am a skilled rapper, a provider of good music, and a formidable competitor
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I am a highly energetic performer who can get the crowd hyped up
I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
My lyrics are like a drug, a hitman for hire ready to kill with my rhymes
I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
My lyrics are deadly, but I am also a valuable supplier of good rhymes
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
I am smooth and skillful on the microphone, like a stunt driver in the sky
And I won't stop rockin till I retire
I will continue to perform and make good music until I am too old to do so
Yo yo yo
Hey hey hey
When it comes to the darts, I throw em
When it comes to rapping, I am skilled and can throw verses with accuracy
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
My rhymes can destroy your life, not just your home but everything you own
Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I smoke weed and stay hidden, waiting for the right moment to act
I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah
I control the situation like the biblical tale of Jonah and the whale
Over, your faced wit the black cape over
I am like a superhero, wearing a black cape over my face, ready to strike
You woke up four gorillas wit a makeover
If you mess with me, you will be destroyed and humiliated
Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
My rhyming abilities are strong enough to take over anyone, even if they suffer from asthma
My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
My crew is powerful enough to take over anything, even a plane full of people
You can't talk wit the tape over
If I put tape over your mouth, you won't be able to talk or fight back
Pass the pussy, get out, date's over
If a girl is boring or not worth my time, I will leave her and move on
Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
You can go back to driving your slow, boring car
Redline to five on the highway shoulder
I am always pushing my car to the limit, even on the shoulder of the highway
Enemies say 'Doc the one to play closer'
My enemies know that I am the one to watch out for because I am too good
This baboon loose off the chain choker
I am like a wild baboon on the loose, unstoppable
Hardcore, jacore I hate poker
I am a hardcore rapper who doesn't like to play games like poker
But y'all spread when my bullet's daytona
My rhymes are so powerful that people scatter when they hear them
Comin through, comin through duck, run for cover
I am coming through with full force, and if you don't want to get hurt, you should run and hide
Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
This isn't old-fashioned music, it's modern hip hop
Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
My music is so powerful that it can come through your speakers strongly, like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit
My music is intense, with a hundred-thousand watts of power and nonsense
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip
I am a dangerous force on the mic, ready to destroy anyone with my rhymes. I also have a powerful gun
Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
If anyone tries to mess with me, I will conquer them easily, without any effort
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
Don't try to accuse or challenge me in court, because I will admit no wrongdoing
From none of y'all, please
Don't even bother talking to me
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
I am so good that I can train a difficult child for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
I am keeping the profit for myself and my crew, not sharing with anyone else
That's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
This is how we operate, with strength and confidence, moving ahead of our competition
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
I am Meth, a formidable and powerful rapper who is like a black gorilla, beating my chest in triumph
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck
You should be careful and follow the rules, or else face the consequences
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threats
You should protect yourself because you're making threats against someone who is dangerous like me
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
I am hitting you with a strong punch, and taking your money, splitting you in half
Smash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
I am destroying other rappers, smoking them down to ashes
At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses
My crew is the one who comes in and takes over the party by force
Madness wildin out like special ed classes
We are wilding out like a crazy special education class
Straight out the gate, meet Tony
As soon as we start, get ready because here we come
Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
I am the leader of leaders, the one-armed king of New York who is powerful and unstoppable
Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power rose
I have been through tough experiences that have made me stronger, like a powerful rose growing through the cracks
Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
My cars are dirty but I don't care, and I don't follow the rules of parole
Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
Someone is shouting out Wallee Timb's name, and we are getting wild (partying hard)
We in the spot, guns go off though
We are in the club, and people are firing guns
Came out his mask it was Ollie North
Someone has taken off their mask and is revealed to be Ollie North (a controversial political figure)
Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
Oh wow, what's going on Ghost?
Congratulations on your new flick
Congratulations on your new movie
Burn it dead who max the most
Let's go party hard and have fun
Word up you got the most Clarks
I acknowledge that you have the most Clarks (stylish shoes)
Bravehearts spin this
I am singing a song for the Bravehearts crew
For under come down in the pale he need minutes
Someone is coming down to meet us, but needs a few minutes
Told y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
I am warning you, I can kick down doors with ease
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guinness
There's no one cooler than me, and I don't need any alcohol to have a good time
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
I have a lot of money, and I have style like Barry Blue and Keanu Reeves
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
I am so good at golf that I can play on the same tour as Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
I have statues of the Virgin Mary, and I smoke weed that's so strong it can bust a thermometer
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey
I am tough and can handle any situation, even a big storm while giving out food
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHARLES, COLES, DIGGS, NOBLE, SMITH
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