Rza - The Chase

Burst  better run  better run for your life! 
Burst  break  run  jet  flee  boogey  move  be audi (yo) 
Slide  duck  dip  bounce  be ghost  escape  blazini  poof 
The Genie  disappear  cast out like they ain`t seen me (yo) ... 
(Yo) Burst! 
Put the gear in the ignition first it spark my transmission 
I`m gear shiftin  fast lane switchin  tryin to ditch em 
Escape  I got the briefcase full of papers 
Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes 
Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man 
and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan 
What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck 
High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up 
Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire 
Though I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain`t on fire 
Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won`t explode 
Felt like The Saint from the last James Bond episode 
Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers 
Bust the overdrive, couldn`t control the power 
Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs 
Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds 
I couldn`t sleep, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me 
I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree 
It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over 
I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over 
to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER 
I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters 
I ain`t give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck 
Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh 
and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left 
My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I`m gonna pull 
It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off 
Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off 
Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi 
Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof 
The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain`t seen me 
Killer Bee, fast lamborghini 
(repeat 2X) 
Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction 
One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn`t faze me 
?Count Latree? jumped up, I fired back 
My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head 
like Dig Dug, partner crashes in 
with the infrared precision shots, just missin 
Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled 
Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow 
Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window 
Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball 
I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi 
Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof 
The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain`t seen me 
Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini 
Bobby Steels on the track, word up 
Bout to escape with the tape 
Word up