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[Method
Pack the one champion sound, Uh, is they ready?

How feel out there?

Ah yeah, alright, alright...

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

from "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'
Party people your dreams have now been
Get out of seats and lets get ill
right y'all...

You're dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
what I did done
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and it go
floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, plaque, wall to wall,
name out, from door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all wanna rhyme with me
Where's my I've got the key
can't see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
as well go on, hits to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl ridin' in Gucci
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, cokes in the
Little boy flew than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, wanted a wool
I to school and lay down the rule
Johnny the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't really to go
Now mamma is a

[Method
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I my time in a plush hotel
Judge a phenomena, but calm world in my palm
by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
flyin, out the hardware appliance
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they made it
Let down guard, yes you did
Now you barely

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

Joe and D, run these MCs, they phony
From Humphrey, mad Bogey
Saddle up your horse, there's the Mosey
Jay deserves a trophy for this track right,
Futuristic G past
If that's your girlfriend, she last night, punk
Little boy style's is mad chump, no wins here
Sport is extreme, what I mean
Gettin royalties, with the King...!

None of y'all really money
DJ Run and came the run
And played the Garden Jordan
You never it so my brother think about it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's style called run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

Never leave me open, so dopin' I be scorin
cook is or they snoring
so boring I be touring
Lauren ya that ya lost one
You can't this type of life
That it will Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

Run gonna you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you lie, hold up
Got to come thru the
That run thru the mic, got a to the ounce sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, or a buster only in Augusta Georgia
a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runnin
But it matter cause it will cost ya
you're like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
Soundin a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts faster the Jam-Master
'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, south with the bud
Run like a rhino, spittin on vinyl
is my final gun
Run breakin' spinal, this is my title
Y'all get with Run!

signing off...