Verse 1:
Yah, step through the door like, fuck it, its on my shoulders now, came out the fire unscathed, y'all should take notice how, I did that/ admit that, there ain't nobody illa, you crazy if you thinking I'm a give up/ I metamorphisized, to a more precise, more for night, bars I write, but if you suffer awful sight, I could offer light/ to you and all ya loved ones, ya dudes and ya cousins, you crude motherfuckers, bout to be my downfall/ I really need to stay from round y'all, I sound off to them shots, letting the pound roar, since death comes in 3's, I'm bringing round 4/ the after life, I'll sacrifice 3 of ya niggas, like we a Satanic Fraternity, living the Kappa life/ call me Pastor Trife, I'll baptise you rap guys, I knew you half ya life, you don't even have a knife, and if the shit went down, you don't even have the fight/ you don't even have the right, to be speaking my name, what make it worse is that you speak it in vain/ either the fame done went to ya head, or you convinced that you dead, or took hits in the head, now you schizophrenic/ making, little remarks, then you switch ya sentence, nigga stick to ya words, like adjectives to a verb/ you a bitch and a herb, and where I come from, my folks don't mix wit you germs, I'm stressed, downing bottles by the fifth til it burn/ uh

Hook:
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Run Run, TR's coming)/
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (You better run as fast as you caaaann nigga)
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (I don't know why, they wanna test me)
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Fuck around, you gon diiieeee maaannn)/

Verse 2:
Its the exception to the rule, exceptionally rude, at least that's the perception of my mood/ I exercise my brain wit this rap shit, going hard, while you spend ya days, just relaxing/ Oh My God I'm back, in the flesh, wrote my first rhymes, in the park, on some city steps/ roam the streets at night, I was up when the city slept, eyes red from exhaustion, her thighs bled from abortion/ she was too young, we both was, didn't know the consequences, we wasn't blessed with the gift, but we got the message/ that life is precious, and I possess the essence of it, my life is a novel, that's graphic, like sex in public/ I feel death among us, its coming soon, to a hood near you, my nightmares coming true/ we mice in a laboratory, five different categories, the first one is the pacifist, the advocate/ for not having shit/ the second ones a real bastard kid, Revolutionary, everything is crucial, very/ the loud one, hear him right out of a crowd, a problem, for the masses, therefore they bound to kill his ass/ number three is the Conspiracy, Big Brother watching, but he watching Big Brother, thousands of radio frequencies/ lil too paranoid, so his crew mad annoyed, nobody to watch his back, likely to get poisened/ professional job, made to look like a heart attack, the fourth one is a boss son, he call himself/ Enlightened, he walks outside, senses get hightened, speaking in termanology, every move destined, you'll never get an apology/ honestly, 5 is me, the God MC, embody 3 characteristics from each of them/ I might take it easy, sometimes I might preach to them/ other times I'm out of my fucking mind, the news mind fuck, all the fucking time, that shit should be a crime/ I'm aware of the possibilities, ready for Armageddon, prepared so my serenity, is at a all time high/ all rise the Honorable Almighty America, them niggas set it up, and made him to be the Fall guy/ asking Lord why, as I clutch my King James, it sound like Pulp Fiction, am I fucking Ving Rhames/ no pun intended, I guess I'll fucking end it, even though I ain't fucking finished, we suffer every minute/

Hook:
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Run Run, TR's coming)/
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (You better run as fast as you caaaann nigga)
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (I don't know why, they wanna test me)
Run for ya life, Run for ya life, (Fuck around, you gon diiieeee maaannn)/