Run
Rakim Lyrics


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Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep calm
Jet for the exit why hang around
Words that I found make the mic melt down
If you stay better cooperate 'cause I amputate
And whoever don't break I'm a suffocate
Leave 'em with asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre master who has the
Power to build and destroy at the same time
So track the wack at the right, and exact could shine
Meant to beat overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
'Cause I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
As if I escaped from Vietnam
Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put beats to
Format, collapse, your lungs twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, 'cause it's the mista suffocator
What I write is like shovin' a mic down your windpipe
Don't let him bit rhymes Rakim write
No mic to mouth resuscitation is necessary
No obituary, and if they're left, they're buried
As it strikes on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'm a strike again
I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stompin' grounds
Run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, 'cause I came to explain the
Strategy that'll be tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give Rakim the microphone
And the crowd'll yell "Timber"
Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in
Areas closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barricade the doors
Fade, put a detour sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use and been usin' ever since
The days in the park when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned
Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's livin' large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother
This is stompin' grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot, better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked
Then you've got seven minutes to vacate the premises
Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes
Don't act wild, single file to the door
No need for an encore, just clear the floor
'Cause my mic's about to self destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
'Cause minutes from now it won't be standin'
Then send out and A.P.B.: All Poets Beware of a brother like me
Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture
How many bitin' MCs can I capture
Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take over their route, play 'em out like a Cub Scout
So leave troopin' for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score




'Cause me and the drummer make drama, and that's word to mother
Run for cover

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Rakim's song "Run" convey a sense of confidence, power, and intimidation. Rakim starts off by asserting his readiness to flow and warns that his mic can get hot, causing the crowd to become critical and restless. He presents himself as a force to be reckoned with, someone who can build and destroy at the same time. Rakim's words and delivery are so potent that they can make the mic melt and leave his opponents gasping for breath.


Rakim's lyrics also showcase his mastery of the art of rap. He describes himself as a lethal force, creating lyrics that are both impactful and set to infectious beats. He challenges other rappers to step up their game, asserting his dominance and skill as an MC. Rakim is unapologetic in his pursuit of excellence, using his words to create an intense and memorable experience for the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

Here I go again ready to flow again
I am about to start rapping again with confidence and skill


Better hold my mic don't blow again
Be careful not to ruin the sound quality of my microphone


Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
I can sense when my performance is getting intense and the crowd will become critical


Crowd'll get critical can't keep calm
The audience will become restless and demanding, it's hard to maintain their attention


Jet for the exit why hang around
It's better to leave quickly and not linger around


Words that I found make the mic melt down
My lyrics are so powerful and captivating that it overwhelms the microphone


If you stay better cooperate 'cause I amputate
If you stick around, you better work together because I'll cut off those who can't keep up


And whoever don't break I'm a suffocate
I will silence and overpower anyone who doesn't succumb to my talent


Leave 'em with asthma, you better pass the
You'll be left breathless and struggling to keep up, so pass the microphone


Mic to the massacre master who has the
Give the microphone to me, the master of delivering destructive performances


Power to build and destroy at the same time
I have the ability to create and demolish with my words simultaneously


So track the wack at the right, and exact could shine
If you pay attention to the weak rappers, my excellence will shine even brighter


Meant to beat overheat, but I won't stop
I'm meant to surpass the limit of excellence, even if it becomes intense


So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot
Clear the area when my performance becomes intense and captivating


Switch it from one hand to another
Pass the microphone from one person to another as a hint to run for cover


And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
I'm warning you, my friend, to find shelter and escape my powerful lyrics


'Cause I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
My mind holds explosive lyrics, ready to make an impact


As if I escaped from Vietnam
My lyrical prowess is comparable to surviving a war and emerging triumphant


Some people label me lethal, lyrics I made then put beats to
I am considered dangerous due to the potent lyrics I create and then match with beats


Format, collapse, your lungs twist your tongues
My unique style and delivery will leave you breathless and speechless


You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
You can't speak arrogantly or boastfully when faced with the incredible beats I produce


Words that I made'll create an iller scene
My lyrics will generate an even more intense and remarkable atmosphere


Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine
Eric B. is the exceptional DJ representing the cutting-edge, while I deliver my deadly lyrics


Hook 'em up to a respirator, 'cause it's the mista suffocator
Connect these inferior rappers to a life support system, as I suffocate them with my talent


What I write is like shovin' a mic down your windpipe
My lyrics are forceful and impactful, akin to forcefully inserting a microphone into your throat


Don't let him bit rhymes Rakim write
Don't try to imitate or plagiarize the rhymes that Rakim writes


No mic to mouth resuscitation is necessary
No need to save these weak rappers by giving them a microphone


No obituary, and if they're left, they're buried
These rappers won't receive an obituary because if they are left standing, they'll be forgotten and overshadowed


As it strikes on the same mic twice and then
As I deliver my incredible performance on the same microphone twice, and then


Cut it on, and I'm a strike again
I will continue to deliver powerful rhymes, striking again and again


I meditate off the breaks, till the place shakes
I gather my thoughts and focus during the instrumental breaks, causing the venue to shake with energy


Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Through my performance, I unleash a torrent of emotions and create a sense of chaos and impact


Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
I speak the absolute truth and create such an intense atmosphere that it feels like the roof is being ripped off


The stage is stompin' grounds
The stage is my territory, where I dominate and excel


Run for cover
Everyone should find shelter and escape my powerful presence


Evacuate the building, danger, 'cause I came to explain the
Everyone should leave the premises immediately because I have arrived to deliver an intense message


Strategy that'll be tragic automatically
The plan I have in mind will result in a catastrophic outcome without fail


Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
My presence alone will lead to another disastrous event


All you gotta do is give Rakim the microphone
Hand over the microphone to Rakim and he will take control and deliver his powerful performance


And the crowd'll yell 'Timber'
The audience will erupt with enthusiasm and excitement, as if a tree has fallen


Buildings collapsin', rappers gettin' trapped in
Metaphorically, the impact of my lyrics causes chaos and destruction, while trapping inferior rappers


Areas closed off, no one gets back in
Sections are restricted and inaccessible, no one is allowed to return


So set up roadblocks, barricade the doors
Block any means of entry, barricade the exits to prevent anyone from escaping


Fade, put a detour sign on the stage
Disappear from the stage, leaving a sign indicating that it's an alternate route and not safe


Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use and been usin' ever since
My microphone is like a weapon, and I present it as evidence of my skill and dominance


The days in the park when, rap was an art then
I reminisce about the past when rap was more artistic and meaningful


Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned
I stood out as a powerful force in the rap scene, driven by my determination and being of dark complexion


Makin' it hard to walk the streets at night
My reputation and skill made it challenging for me to move around freely during the nighttime


For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Those who produce inferior beats and deliver weak performances on the microphone


Whoever's livin' large better wear camouflage
Anyone who boasts and presents themselves as successful should hide and blend in to avoid my wrath


Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Be ready to be overwhelmed and attacked vigorously when I give the order to attack


Surround by sound of the beat-down another brother
Encircled by the sound and impact of my aggressive rhymes as I overpower another rapper


This is stompin' grounds, run for cover
This is where I reign supreme and deliver my powerful performances, everyone should seek shelter


Wheels or foot, better not stay put
Whether you're in a vehicle or on foot, you should not remain in one place


Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked
The entire venue is filled with intensity and energy until the microphone is disconnected


Then you've got seven minutes to vacate the premises
Once the microphone is disconnected, you have a limited time to leave the building


Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes
As soon as the musical break ends, my powerful lyrics will resonate and fill the space


Don't act wild, single file to the door
Don't behave recklessly, line up in an orderly manner and head towards the exit


No need for an encore, just clear the floor
There's no request for an additional performance, simply evacuate the area


'Cause my mic's about to self destruct
My microphone is on the verge of causing chaos and destruction


The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
When I unleash my explosive rhymes, the stage will figuratively explode with energy and impact


So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
Ensure that the venue is completely vacant and deserted


'Cause minutes from now it won't be standin'
In a matter of minutes, the venue will be destroyed and no longer exist


Then send out an A.P.B.: All Poets Beware of a brother like me
Inform all other poets to be cautious and wary of someone as talented and dangerous as me


Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture
How many rhymes can your favorite rapper produce


How many bitin' MCs can I capture
How many unoriginal rappers can I expose and conquer


Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
I catch and expose rappers who talk boastfully without substance


Take over their route, play 'em out like a Cub Scout
I dominate their career path and humiliate them, treating them as if they were inexperienced Cub Scouts


So leave troopin' for MCs at war
Leaving the task of rapping and performing to those who are truly skilled and competitive


And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score
If there's a rap battle, let the audience judge the winner


'Cause me and the drummer make drama, and that's word to mother
The combination of my rhymes and the drummer's beats creates intense and dramatic performances, and I swear it's true


Run for cover
Everyone should seek shelter and protect themselves from the impact of my talent




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ERIC BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN

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Comments from YouTube:

Elliott Covert

Spittin' pure fire!

Don Satch

His Lyrics are Gold unbelievable Rakim,The Goat !! Keep Spitting Fire Rah !

nasmdok53

being a legend is a understatement 4 Rakim

Sn eex

Legend, Pure Talent

theyoungcommander

Damn. Just listen to how this fool rides the beat! Flawless. As far as words flowing perfectly over a beat, only B.I.G does that as well as Rah, imo. Plus the God emcee has so many other skills: complex arrangements, visuals in his rhymes, double metaphors... ...beast.

Byron Davies

I remember this. True story. Tried getting him on unpaid child support or something.

Strictly HighGrade

I was there. It was Timbo King(from Royal Fam), Buddha Monk with me standing right there when Raekwon, Rakim,Shawn Wiggs pulled up. As soon as Ra was coming to the backdoor of Roseland the under covers hopped out and snatched rakim , pulled guns on us all and said back up. The white boy promoter for the show started screaming WTF THEY TOOK THE GOD EMCEE!!!

Radamez Jr.

That Vick spin dip regarding the cops was prophetic

Ethereum Foundation

agree they all bring classics to the table.

Phillip Peño

sick beat

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