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[Method
Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is they

How y'all out there?

Ah yeah, alright, alright...

[Method
Mr. Meth, Run-DMC, Jay, run!

[Cuts "Here we go" and "Together forever"]
1,2,3 In the to be, as it is plain to see
He is DJ Run,
And we are the Groovin, the body movin'
people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, when with Rev. Run
Look I did done
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and it go
Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I
out tours, platinum plaque, wall to wall,
name ringin' out, door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers rhyme with me
Where's my I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl ridin' around in
Rhyme so raw, I'm told sushi
Gave some time to rhyme to Susan
coming out, saying "Who's she?"
Dead by dawn, for you D

Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
Little boy flew higher than the
Willie wanted weapons, wanted a wool
I come to and lay down the rule
Johnny with the gun to out of the crime
Shorty with the 40 was caught in the
Corner, black is a goner, really want to go
Now mamma is a

[Method
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my time in a plush
a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me
sound boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the hardware
Baby, Crying'
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they it even
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you breathin'

To win a whim, season on a duck
We give a what
Yo, best, best to it up

Joe and D, lets run MCs, they phony
Humphrey, they mad Bogey
Saddle up horse, there's the sunset Mosey
Jam-Master Jay deserves a trophy for this right,
Futuristic G past
If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't night, punk
boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins here
Sport is extreme, what I mean
Gettin royalties, Down the King...!

None of y'all really made
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the like Jordan
You never done it so my brother think about it, on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this style run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

Never leave me open, so dopin' I be scorin
cook is sleepin' or they
so boring I be touring
Lauren told ya that ya one
You afford this type of life
That it will Run

Man]
Now it up, uh

Run make you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you wanna lie, up
Got to thru the rhyme
That run thru the mic, got a to the ounce sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, hater or a buster only in Augusta
With a rap like a gun, that a brother runnin
But it matter cause it will cost ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but I don't ya
like a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts faster than the
'cause he has to cut
My deal as a DJ, time we play, put it on replay what?
Run rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south the bud
Run running like a rhino, spittin on
is my final gun
Run that spinal, this is my title
Y'all get phucked Run!

signing off...