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

How y'all feel out

Ah yeah, alright, alright...

[Method
Mr. Meth, Run-DMC, Jay, run!

from "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
Party people your dreams have now been
Get out of your seats and get ill
That's y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, dealing with Rev. Run
Look what I did
And I come from Hollis, it and scripted it and there it go
floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, plaque, wall to wall,
ringin' out, from door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers rhyme with me
Where's my I've got the key
can't see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my girl around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
Gave some time to rhyme to Susan
Hoes coming out, "Who's she?"
Dead by dawn, for you D

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy flew higher the moon
Willie weapons, Wilma wanted a wool
I to school and lay down the rule
Johnny with the gun to break out of the
Shorty with the 40 was in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't really to go
Now is a warner

[Method
Now I on ice, and never fell
I spent my in a plush hotel
Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm in my palm
Dead by got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
flyin, out the hardware appliance
Baby, Crying'
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, they made it even
Let down 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, run these MCs, they phony
From Humphrey, they mad
Saddle up your horse, there's the Mosey
Jam-Master Jay deserves a trophy for this right,
G past tight
If your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punk
Little boy is mad chump, ain't no wins here
is extreme, know what I mean
Gettin royalties, with the King...!

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

[Method
Alright, now run on

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

[Method
Now it up, uh

Run make you wanna 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 in Augusta Georgia
With a rap like a gun, that keeps a runnin
But it don't matter it will cost ya
you're like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
Soundin like a preacher
Nobodys cuts faster than the
'cause 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, down south the bud
Run running like a rhino, on vinyl
This is my gun
Run that spinal, this is my title
Y'all get with Run!

signing off...