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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!

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

You're dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
what I did done
And I come 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 ringin' out, from 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 cats tryin to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my girl ridin' around in
so raw, I'm told like 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 the moon
Willie weapons, Wilma wanted a wool
I come to and lay down the rule
Johnny the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty with the 40 was in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't want to go
Now is a warner

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

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

None of y'all really money
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the Garden like
You never done it so my 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 that I be scorin
cook is sleepin' or they
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 make you cry,
Make you die,
Make you lie, hold up
Got to come the rhyme
That run thru the mic, got a bounce to the ounce '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 it will cost ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but I reach ya
Soundin like a preacher
Nobodys faster than 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, down with the bud
Run running a rhino, spittin on vinyl
is my final gun
Run breakin' that spinal, is my title
Y'all get phucked Run!

signing off...