You can call me a runaway
But you know i wont runaway
Not from you
You can call me a runaway
But you know i wont runaway
Not from you
X2

Had the whole town looking around
Had the whole crowd loving the sound
Every time that a song came out
Peoples ears started perking around
It was the – Wack Rac with a tip on hat
Flipped – backwards now just got on back – shit
I don’t ever want to get on back
I wont ever put this shit on wax
Bring it back to the hip hop
Back to the 90’s
Mixed with a little bit of passion inside me
I’m waiting for the day someone asks to sign me
I know its gonna happen ill act surprised
When it does
Even though its not that surprising
Theres a new generation arising
And I’m a keep making em quietly
Even though that i fucking know entirely you can…

You cant get back what you put in
You cant deny where you came from
You can not out run your own fate
You can not out wit the brave one

Take it back one step
Take it back one right
In the end you gon’ feel all good
Yeah i bet you gon’ feel alright
You get lost when the hip hop finds you
When the hip hop finds you
You get lost
Than i get lost
I get lost in the things i do

Take another fucking look around
You don’t have a fucking fan in sight
You ain’t post no songs in years
All the sudden your demanding ‘likes’
Off of Youtube, Facebook
You name it
Oh now you did it, you famous
Better go and pack – suitcases
You don’t wanna rap – you nameless
Yeah, Man, Wack Rac
What kind of name is that
I still remember the day
I was staying at dads
When i came up with that
Now i just wanna bust a rap
I could bust it right up like a gunsmith, dad
Do you know where the trust is at
Cause i do, now I'm just gonna run with that
Uh…

You cant get back what you put in
You cant deny where you came from
You can not out run your own fate
You can not out wit the brave one