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

How y'all out there?

Ah yeah, alright, alright...

Man]
Mr. Meth, Run-DMC, Jay, run!

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

You're gettin' dollars, when with Rev. Run
Look I did done
And I from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go
Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I
out tours, platinum 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
Brothers see me, not
All cats tryin to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl ridin' in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
Gave some time to rhyme to Lucci
coming out, saying "Who's she?"
Dead by dawn, for you D

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy higher than the moon
Willie weapons, Wilma 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, didn't want to go
Now is a warner

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

To win a whim, open on a duck
We don't give a
Yo, best, to give it up

Joe and D, lets run MCs, they phony
Humphrey, they 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 wasn't last night,
Little boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins
is extreme, know what I mean
Gettin royalties, with the King...!

None of y'all really money
DJ Run and came the run
And played the Garden like
You done it so my brother think about it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this style run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

Never leave me open, so that I be scorin
is sleepin' or they snoring
so boring I be touring
Lauren told ya ya lost one
You can't afford this of life
That it cost Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

signing off...