Runaway - Madchild

It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now

It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now

Not so everywhere I go I hold it down

That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (it's goin' down)

(You can run but you can’t hide)

Now, yeah, I am still a little monster,

Still a Swollen Member, rip it up at every concert

Lost a few years and we lost a couple sponsors

But now I want it all and I am back to f*cking conquer so

(I've come to take what’s mine, naw, we’ve come to take what’s ours)

Look, I became a serpent lyin' perfectly flat

Poppin' Percocets 'til everything went purple and black

I was lyin' on the dirt with the shirt on my back

Got up and wiped myself off and now I’m circling back

Here I come, and now my boys are surviving

spreading through the internet like poisonous ivy

Or a virus, or a forest fire, call me «Cyrus"the battleaxe warrior

I was shipwrecked for a quick sec,

I felt like Tom Hanks with a volleyball (Ha ha ha ha)

Fists clenched so tight I got white knuckles

I been killin' it since B-boy belt buckles

Old school on some Popeye eating spinach fights

Roll up in a MCM suit and a pair of British Knights

They drank Cristal I drank a dolla pop

I’m the type to stay and fight 'til someone fall or drop

They look like the type to run away and call the cops

Such a sh*t half rat, half lollipop

(You can run but you can’t hide)

It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now

It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now

Not so everywhere I go I hold it down

That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (So tough!)

Bipolar manic depressant that’s my reality

Gifted narcissist with an addictive personality

Mortifying, fortified, bonafide champion

War supply, over-sized, more than gargantuan

(You can run but you can’t hide)

(Yeah… run!)

My medulla oblongata 'bout to massacre a slaughter

Cause I’m here to rock the planet like Afrika Bambaataa

And I’ve been waitin' for the right moment to strike

While I’m holding the mic, cause I’m a soldier that fights

Premeditated systematic attacks,

The assassin from the Vatican’s back, spittin' radical facts

Most rappers spit theatrical crap for me to move ahead I had to go back

I explode on the track,

The larger picture still alludes you,

From Swollen Members, we are not here to confuse you

So f*ck all of the smoke and mirrors

It’s the Spiderman, the Silver Surfer, man I hope you hear us

Who’s liver, but too diverse

Like a pink mohawk into new sideburns

I refuse to be old broke and haggard

So I reveal my face under this cloaking dagger

When they tell my story let 'em say that I walk with giants

This isn’t rap, this is textbook math and science

I spot a kiss when it come down to the art of this

A martyr, but these other murderers they want no part of this

You f*ckin' started it, I’ll f*cking finish it,

This is my business and I don’t leave no witnesses

(You can run but you can’t hide)

It’s not what you have done, it’s what you’re doing now

It’s not where you have been, it’s where you’re goin' now

Not so everywhere I go I hold it down

That’s why everywhere I go you know it’s goin' down (So!)

(You can run but you can’t hide)

Runaway