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

How feel 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 place to be, as it is to see
He is DJ Run,
And we are the Krush Groovin, the movin'
Party people your dreams now been fulfilled
Get out of your seats and 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 it and there it go
floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
name ringin' out, from door to
be the King, Run-DMC,
now brothers wanna rhyme with me
Where's my I've got the key
can't see me, not
All ya'll tryin to be me
as well go on, hits to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told sushi
Gave some time to rhyme to Susan
Hoes out, saying "Who's she?"
by dawn, rhymin' 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 school and lay down the
Johnny with the gun to out of the crime
with the 40 was caught in the dark
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 plush
Judge a phenomena, deadly but world in my palm
by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they made it
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you barely

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

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

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

Man]
Alright, now run on

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

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...