The Running Man

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