The Running Man - Sicknature

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…

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

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 keep the yellow spandex