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 key in the ignition friction sparks 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
  Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire
  Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode
  Felt like a scene 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 see, 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 to three, 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