Lyrics To The Song “Run Up (On The Come Up)” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

Lyrics To The Song “Run Up (On The Come Up)” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

 

 

(Chorus)

 

“As An Unknown Artist Who Don’t Know Shiv,

I Got Fans Over Sea’s Asking To Throw Picks,

People Showin’ Up To Show’s That I Don’t Know Kid,

And A Little Black Bag With The Whole Kit,

 

Everywhere I Go They Say A He Is,

Got The Police Asking Me Where My Cd Is,

Have A Limo Driver With The Key’s hemmed,

And He Comes To My Shows Lyke A Real Pimp,

 

Copy Write And Royalties Is Business,

See A Couple Girls Put Point One On There Tee’s Nit’s,

Haters Hate Me For This Music But I Give It,

And I Aint Bout To Stop That’s My Wisdom,

 

 

(Verse One)

 

You Can Hate Me If You Want,

I Aint Slowin’ For No Punk,

Grab The Teff Out The Trunk,

Pick The Ball Up And Dunk,

Grab The Mic,

Hit The Stage,

Then I Throw A Hundred Buck’s,

After Look At You Like What?

You Don’t Know What I Does,

The Economy’s A Slump,

Im Just Try’n Pick It Up,

See You Talking Lyke A Chump,

But You Gotta Love It Cuz,

All Your Friends They A Follow,

But I Just Don’t Give A Crunk,

Im A Do What I Am, Cuz I Love What I Does,

 

That’s All Truth, From The Pen To The Booth,

To The Shoes To The Stage,

To The Video’s I Shoot,

Im A Get It,..

 

 

(Verse Two)

 

Stood In The Pen Around A Hundred Other Killas,

Who Didn’t Lyke My Music And I Still Spit Venom,

Hit The Stage Got The Mic Shut Off And Went Thru It,

See You Sittin There Hatin’ Cuz I Do It,

 

Cut My Playlist Short,

And You Started From The Middle,

Got Your Cousin Saying That He Wants A Thousand For His Instra’s,

Havent Sold 1 Cd From I-Tune’s Yous A Trick,

You Aint Gone A See None But Thirty Cents,

 

Ive Been Doing This For Years,

Im Not Bout To Stop Now,

Regardless Of All The Treats,

 That Your Gonna Shoot My House,

See Me Post On Facebook That Im Bout To Buy A Sweet,

Meet Me,

Tell Me You Gon’ Kill Me,

And Im Still Using Your Beats,

 

I Havent Seen A Dollar From The Tracks That I,

 Did Or Recorded At You House,

Sorry Im Not A Dumb Kid,

I Own The Copy Writes,

And Ill Push Um Out Too,

Then Ill Call I Tunes And Get You Shut Down Fool,

 

(Chorus)

 

As An Unknown Artist Who Don’t Know Shiv,

I Got Fans Over Sea’s Asking To Throw Picks,

People Showin’ Up To Show’s That I Don’t Know Kid,

And A Little Black Bag With The Whole Kit,

 

Everywhere I Go They Say A He Is,

Got The Police Asking Me Where My Cd’s Is,

Have A Limo Driver With The Key’s hemmed,

And He Comes To My Shows Lyke A Real Pimp,

 

Copy Write And Royalties Is Business,

See A Couple Girls Put Point One On There Tee’s Nit’s,

Haters Hate Me For This Music But I Give It,

And I Aint Bout To Stop That’s My Wisdom,

 

 

 

As An Unknown Artist Who Don’t Know Shiv,

I Got Fans Over Sea’s Asking To Throw Picks,

People Showin’ Up To Show’s That I Don’t Know Kid,

And A Little Black Bag With The Whole Kit,

 

Everywhere I Go They Say A He Is,

Got The Police Asking Me Where My Cd’s Is,

Have A Limo Driver With The Key’s hemmed,

And He Comes To My Shows Lyke A Real Pimp,

 

Copy Write And Royalties Is Business,

See A Couple Girls Put Point One On There Tee’s Nit’s,

Haters Hate Me For This Music But I Give It,

And I Aint Bout To Stop That’s My Wisdom Dig It….”

 

 

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©2012 (P)Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap)