who runs it? who runs it? yeah — step back, watch the summit.
bass drop, lights flick, we the thunder in the district.
step on the scene, cold chrome gleam, bankroll dreams, gasoline schemes,
fast lane living, no brakes, only beam — night city, we the regime.
pocket full of plans, fist full of plans, i don’t ask, i command,
glass ceiling cracked, stomp the land, fingerprints stamped on the brand.
no timid lines, i spit hard lines — fracture beats like skylines,
cut through the noise, razor wire rhymes, collect wins like fine dimes.
enemies talk loud, but they whisper when we pass by,
black coupe, tinted view, watch the stars fold to our sky.
feel that hush — the quiet before our roar,
breath held tight, now break the floor.
sparse steps, heartbeat drum, lights align, we come.
no retreat, no disguise, watch the truth in our eyes become.
we run this block, lights to the sky — fearless, ruthless, watch us rise.
we run this block, lights to the sky — fearless, ruthless, watch us rise. (hey!)
flip the script, ledger thick, every move is arithmetic,
chrome on the dash, empire on my back — blueprint for the takeover, automatic.
silk-stitch words, venom-laced verbs, cut deeper than ceramic,
smile like a stampede, posture cinematic, every step cinematic.
check the ledger: we collect respect, compound checks, heavy connect,
i plant flags, set the specs, rewrite rules they try to neglect.
clever with the cadence, lethal with the cadence, math in my venom,
i take the crown, slow the pace, then speed the spin — maximum premium.
who runs it?
we do — loud and infinite.
who’s untouchable?
we move — ruthless, distinct.
breaking chains, burn the map, scorch the past, we clap back.
stitch the future with our hands, silver lines on the tracks.
side by side, we write the law, heavy steps on the asphalt,
crazy, cool — we haul the world, hand on the throat of doubt.
we run this block, lights to the sky — fearless, ruthless, watch us rise.
we run this block, crown on the dash — empire on our backs, we multiply. (woo!)
blunt force logic, one-two with a profit, ricochet on the rhetoric,
i spit verdicts, courts of asphalt, sentence success, no generic.
cold as a vault, hot as revolt, ledger flips and the floor bolts,
enemies fold, they play small roles while we write the whole folio.
internal rhymes, multiple times, stack the cadence, clock the climbs,
i take lanes, leave remains — gasoline halos, neon signs.
so this is our anthem, echo loud — stamp the night with our sound,
we carved the map, lit the path, left no doubt in this town.
lights to the sky — fearless, ruthless, now memorize.
final punch: we run this block — or don’t step in our rise.
