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

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 movin'
Party people your dreams have now been
Get out of your and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, dealing with Rev. Run
Look what I did
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and it go
floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
name ringin' out, 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 cats tryin to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my ridin' around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told sushi
Gave some time to rhyme to Lucci
Hoes coming out, "Who's she?"
by dawn, rhymin' for you D

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

[Method
Now I walked on ice, and never
I spent my time in a plush
Judge a phenomena, deadly but world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to 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, 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, to give it up

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

None of y'all made money
DJ Run and came the run
And played the Garden like
You never done it so my brother think about it, 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
is sleepin' or they snoring
so boring I be touring
Lauren told ya ya lost one
You afford this type of life
That it will Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

Run make you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you lie, hold up
Got to come thru the
That run thru the mic, got a to the ounce sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, or a buster only in Augusta Georgia
With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother
But it don't matter cause it will ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but I don't ya
Soundin like a what?
Nobodys cuts than the Jam-Master
'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 like a rhino, spittin on
This is my gun
Run breakin' that spinal, this is my
get phucked with Run!

Run-DMC off...