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

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 place to be, as it is to see
He is DJ Run,
And we are the Krush Groovin, the body
Party people dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your and lets get ill
That's y'all...

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

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
boy flew higher than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, wanted a wool
I come to school and lay down the
Johnny with the gun to out of the crime
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, is a goner, didn't really want to go
Now mamma is a

Man]
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my time in a plush
Judge a phenomena, deadly but world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to bear arms, me along
sound boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With kids, till they made it even
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you barely

To win a whim, season on a duck
We give a what
Yo, best, to give it up

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

None of y'all really money
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the Garden Jordan
You never done it so my brother think about it, 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
is sleepin' or they snoring
so that I be touring
told ya that ya lost one
You can't this type of life
That it will Run

Man]
Now it up, uh

Run make you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you wanna lie, up
Got to come thru the
run thru the mic, got a bounce 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 matter cause it will cost ya
Cause 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 time we play, put it on replay
Run rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, south with the bud
Run running like a rhino, spittin on
is my final gun
Run breakin' that spinal, this is my
Y'all get phucked Run!

signing off...