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run it up! - atlas telamon lyrics

ok
yea x4
ok
run it up x4
f*ck it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
they put all they debts on a tab and tell sam to go run it up
throw me in dirt in the rain and then scoff at the mud on us
naw, f*ck that
run it up x4
f*ck it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
we hungry as f*ck and they lunching on steak right in front of us
we taking that steak off yo plate if you eat it in front of us

this one goes out to the fat cats laughin on they leer
and they peers
with they fingers crossed like just wait one more year
have no fear
atlas is the captain of the planet here
i’m bout to start the revolution
get the f*ck up out yo chairs
i’m from that detroit cemetary
born with vision, visionary
i can see the plots designed
and hiding in free market theory
cherry herring, make a show called cops
to make the jury fear me
then they pad they commas
with the profits from my commisary
take away my job (yeah)
gave it to a black box (yeah)
blame it on a mexi*con
to make the base hot so they don’t get caught (yeah)
pullin the wool on they flock (yeah)
watch the uptick in they stock (yeah)
then they go cruise on the yacht, watch!
tell em to suck on my c*ck
hol’ on you don’t know me
can’t fool me with a rollie
type a n*gga read socrates
then smoke and go and have an orgy
been patient as toby
keep playin i ain’t jokin
i’ll kick in the front do’
of yo golf club with all of my homies
ok
run it up x4
f*ck it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
they put all they debts on a tab and tell sam to go run it up
throw me in dirt in the rain and then scoff at the mud on us
naw, f*ck that
run it up x4
f*ck it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
we hungry as f*ck and they lunching on steak right in front of us
we taking that steak off yo plate if you eat it in front of us

we live for the profit
we die for the profit
they hide all the profit
so we cannot find it
we start up the ladder
in hopes that we spot it
we get to the top then
they take out the bottom
then we give all of our logic and power
to boxes that watch us
and prim us and prod us
to cop all they products
and prop up they profits
that prop up they profits
that pop up in office
and change all the laws
so they work for they boss
and they don’t want us watching
them building they bombs
so they turn to they base
and prey on they race problem
because they know drama just like a narcotic
they serve it, they light it
then watch us start fighting
divided in tribes
and then while we all mobbin
there’s no one to watch em or stop em
from poppin they rockets
and then we all dead and forgotten
big bank (woo)
cherry dot on my name
which way? dat way (ugh, yea)
they don’t do my thang (woo, yea)
they don’t like it when a n*gga out his chains
hold on i’m a beast
n*gga i was never chained
f*ck n*gga, i ain’t f*ckin with you f*ck n*gga
type to sell yo own momma for a buck n*gga
i don’t know bout yall
but i ain’t getting f*cked n*gga
i’d rather sleep in dirt
than let them run it up n*gga
ok
run it up x4
f*ck it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
they put all they debts on a tab and tell sam to go run it up
throw me in dirt in the rain and then scoff at the mud on us
naw, f*ck that
run it up x4
f*ck it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
run it up
f*ck it up
we hungry as f*ck and they lunching on steak right in front of us
we taking that steak off yo plate if you eat it in front of us

- atlas telamon lyrics

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