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[Method
Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is they

How feel 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 Groovin, the body movin'
Party people dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
Look what I did
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and it and there it go
floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
name out, from door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all wanna rhyme with me
Where's my house got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll tryin to be me
Might as 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
Hoes coming out, "Who's she?"
by dawn, rhymin' for you D

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy higher than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma a wool
I come to school and lay down the
Johnny with the gun to break out of the
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, really want to go
Now is a warner

[Method
Now I on ice, and never fell
I spent my time in a plush
Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my
Dead by got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the hardware
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With kids, till they 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, best to it up

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

None of y'all really money
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the like Jordan
You never done it so my brother think about it, on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this called run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

Never leave me open, so dopin' that I be
cook is sleepin' or snoring
so boring I be touring
Lauren ya that ya lost one
You afford this type of life
That it cost Run

Man]
Now it up, uh

Run gonna you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you wanna lie, up
Got to come thru the
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 cause it cost ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but I reach ya
Soundin a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts faster the Jam-Master
'cause he has to cut
My deal as a DJ, every time we play, put it on replay
Run up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south with the bud
Run like a rhino, spittin on vinyl
is my final gun
Run breakin' spinal, this is my title
get phucked with Run!

Run-DMC off...