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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 Krush Groovin, the body
people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your seats and get ill
right y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, when dealing 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 I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
ringin' out, from door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers rhyme with me
Where's my house 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 ridin' around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm like sushi
Gave some to rhyme 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
wanted weapons, Wilma 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 mamma is a

Man]
Now I walked on ice, and never
I spent my time in a hotel
Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm in my palm
Dead by got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
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, open season on a
We don't a what
Yo, best, to give it up

Joe and D, lets run these MCs, phony
Humphrey, they mad Bogey
Saddle up your horse, the sunset Mosey
Jam-Master Jay deserves a for this track right,
G past tight
If your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punk
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
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the Garden like
You never done it so my brother about it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this style run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

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

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...