[Method Pack the one champion sound, Uh, is they ready?
How y'all feel out
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 Groovin, the body movin' people your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out of your seats and get ill right y'all...
You're gettin' dollars, dealing with Rev. Run Look what I did 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 out, from door to door be the King, Run-DMC, now y'all brothers wanna rhyme me Where's my house 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 a Beem my girl ridin' around in so raw, I'm told like sushi Gave some time to to Susan 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 wanted weapons, wanted a wool I come to school and lay the rule with the gun to break out of the crime Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark Corner, black is a goner, didn't want to go Now mamma is a
Man] Now I walked on ice, and never I spent my in a plush hotel Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along Another sound boy dying, hot Stuff flyin, out the appliance Baby, Crying' and grievin', you was at odds, With them kids, till made it even Let your guard, yes you did Now you breathin'
To win a whim, open season on a We give a what Yo, best, best to it up
Joe and D, lets run MCs, they phony From Humphrey, they mad Saddle up your horse, there's the sunset 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, Down the King...!
None of really made money DJ Run and came the run And played the like 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 me open, so dopin' that I be scorin cook is sleepin' or snoring so boring that I be Lauren told ya that ya one You can't this type of life it will cost Run
[Method Now it up, uh
Run gonna you wanna cry, Make you die, Make you lie, hold up Got to come the rhyme That run thru the mic, got a bounce to the sure 'nuff, not a player, hustler, hater or a only in Augusta Georgia With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother But it don't matter cause it will ya you're like a teacher, but I don't 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 what? Run up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south with the bud Run running like a rhino, on vinyl This is my gun Run breakin' spinal, this is my title Y'all get with Run!
Run-DMC off...