The Running Man

Push the tempo, tempo, dont slow down
(X4)

Verse 1

Soon as I finish a verse, somebody needs a beat. Soon as I finish a beat, somebody needs a verse. Quickly tour to pay equipment, but the bills reemerge. I speed till I´m steaming, no sleep until I will be in dirt. I hurry my feet and I rapidly compose cause after a couple of months your album is old. And record sales are low, so Im steadily squeezing my cash. Things need time? thats melody of the past! But me being sloppy is improbable. Many rappers got hands in their a**es like a Muppet Show, but not me, I gotta run this audio cause this game is zombie land and rule number 1 is cardio. Can't keep it down, like Sick is a damn bulimic
Switch to light speed, no millenium falcon needed. Im cynical, mad and heated, never staggered, instead
I keep hearing this loud voice in the back of my head
It´s saying…

Chorus:
Move. Fast. Dont slow down
Gotta move. Fast. Dont slow down
I´m determined when I work, I keep the fire burning
Cause life expires, death is right behind you lurking
(X 2)

Verse 2:

It´s like I broke the speed meter a sec late, so now I leave clouds of smoke passing both cheetahs and jet planes. All of these rappers, they´re just out for the crown, f*ck a throne, ya´ll can have it, I ain't got time to sit down. But I am mastering the craft that will ballsack smash. Think your frequency is the truth, but you broadcast trash. So called rap acts are gonna fall back fast while Sick is moving like the inkblots on Rorschachs mask. Yeah, you in the picture, Im in the music picture… While you´re busy posing, Im busy composing. Now Sick is approaching these roaches with different doses of belligerent flows toasting foes and splitting em open. Haters won't make me see the Darth Vader saber color. I keep the speed of Apollo 10, it´s too late to follow. I fast step when I kill it and grab checks
Call me the running man, but you can keep the yellow spandex

Chorus