What was going on (yeah, aha)
  And i wrote this
  The Long Distance Runner
  And recorded this (check it, ya)
  
  Ha!
  
  Its 2004
  Last year Tony and George started the war of the whores
  Same year, and the year before, plus the year before that
  Me and the Troop were on constant tours
  Chanting Imbumba! from the South African shores
  To the Norwegian fjords, I tried to keep a vegan course
  Traveling with good friends like Chords, Timbuk and DJ Large, Jonny Bass and Big Boss
  Before the Struggle album made the recordstores
  We were on a Road to Hell, breakin doors and laws
  Me, Supreme, Gangsta Pete and Schumi of course
  Had a little trouble with the German police force (aha)
  Thats why I had to stop drinking
  Cuz when I start drinking is when I stop thinking
  That i gotta stay on top off things
  And when im under the botlle you know I stop think
  
  (Chorus)
  Like an athlete, a long distance runner
  On a track meet spring, fall, winter, summer
  They attack me, but it gon' make stronger
  Get at me dawg when your patience's longer
  An athlete, a long distance runner
  On a track meet spring, fall, winter, summer
  They attack me, but it gon' make stronger
  Get at me dawg...
  
  Livin' in this free world - expecting cops to abuse me
  When i'm chilling with a cup full o' müsli
  Matter of time 'fore my cup is running over
  But Im' a get mine cus mahfuckers running slower (Yeah!)
  Followin' my sprinter trail
  I run shit down the line on the Interrail (Yeah!)
  I ain't going, I ain't been to jail
  I got work to do, and I got things to say
  A real rolemodel for the kids today
  Can't afford gettin' sent away, get them fingerprints away
  Wipe off the mike every single stain
  Recognize bomb shit when it's in my mail
  What a big disgrace, what a big bam-bam you had to end this way
  All you ever wanted to was to entertain
  Went against the wrong guy cus i was meant to stay...
  
  (Chorus)
  
  The battle ain't for the strong, nor the race for the swift
  But for those who can't endure the type o' blaze that I spit
  For those that will survive all the changes and shit
  With families, fans, partners and labels you're with
  And even if I wanted I woldn't be able to quit
  I gotta keep running til the pavement will split
  Under my bare feet, the concrete with red heat
  Or till my future kids eat, and we all livin' carefree
  In a zion hut, we ain't dawgs no more
  Were my lion's at?
  Gimme some signal let me see your lion paw
  Let me know what we're living and what we're dying for
  Ask myself
  It's it a good enough reason
  If so I go all out like it was my last season
  If my, voice is weak, my boys will speak
  To conquer the world I gotta keep a top physique
  
  chorus
  
  No alcohol, no weed
  No cigaretts, no És
  No milk, no cheese
  No eggs, no meat
  Just medation and peace
  Red lentils, chick peas
  Good workout, good sleep
  Mo' sunshine, light breeze...