About to Run a Yard on ’Em (3 Verses – 3k cap) --- Intro (adlibs + energy) > “Clear the lane… guard your spot… I’m comin’ for the whole block!” Yard mode… let’s go! --- Hook > I’m about to run a yard on ’em! (Yeah!) Stack wins, leave scars on ’em! (Woo!) No brakes, go hard on ’em! (Facts!) Whole game, pull cards on ’em! (Let’s go!) Crown check, take charge on ’em! (What?) Storm through, no guard on ’em! (Yup!) Heatwave, I’ma spark on ’em! (Boom!) About to run a yard on ’em! (Ah!) --- Verse 1 (Twista-style) > I move quick like a shadow in the moon’s low light, Got a pocket full of gold and a grip on the mic, Every bar like a bullet when I lock my sight, And I’ll drop three rounds ’fore you blink one time. I’m a menace with a sentence when I pen that flame, Put a dent in the cement when I bend that lane, Whole squad stay sharp like a ten-blade fang, And the beat get cut every time I slang. They ain’t ready for the pace, I’m a chase in a storm, With a blaze in my form, every phrase get torn, I was raised in the war where the game was born, And the chain got broke when the reins got worn. --- Hook (Same as above) --- Verse 2 (Eminem-style build to Busta burst) > Ain’t nobody gonna match how I flip that flow, Words hit like a match when I lit that glow, And the pitch get high when I bend that note, Whole crowd lean in when I spit that quote. Got heat in my palm like a forge in the cold, Turn steel into sparks when I torch the gold, Every course I control like a horse in a hold, And the doors gon’ fold when I force my soul. I’m the glitch in the system, the code they fear, The smoke in the prism, the ghost in the ear, They froze when I rose from the low to the clear, Then I broke through the ropes like a pro in the tier. --- Hook (Same as above) --- Verse 3 (final speed flex – only “rapid fire” use) > I came to claim what they said I’d never own, Now I’m sittin’ in the center like a gem in a stone, Every line cut deep like it’s edged in chrome, And I’m stormin’ every castle, yeah, I’m dead in your zone. Mind sharp like a diamond with a twist on the tip, And the grind so violent when it hits on the whip, They can’t time my arrival when I flip through the script, This is rapid fire survival when I empty the clip. No peace when I feast on the beat like prey, I’m a beast in the east with a reach that slay, Got the keys to the streets, I don’t need no pay, Just a beat and a stage and I’ll lead your way. --- Final Hook (amped) > I’m about to run a yard on ’em! (Yeah!) Stack wins, leave scars on ’em! (Woo!) No brakes, go hard on ’em! (Facts!) Whole game, pull cards on ’em! (Let’s go!) Crown check, take charge on ’em! (What?) Storm through, no guard on ’em! (Yup!) Heatwave, I’ma spark on ’em! (Boom!) About to run a yard on ’em! (Ah!)