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

How y'all feel out

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 your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your seats and get ill
That's y'all...

You're dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
Look I did done
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 ringin' out, from to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers rhyme with me
my house I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
as well go on, hits to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my girl ridin' in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm like sushi
some time 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 flew than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma wanted a
I come to and lay down the rule
Johnny with the gun to out of the crime
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't want 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 calm world in my
Dead by dawn got the to bear arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
Stuff flyin, out the hardware
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they it even
Let down guard, yes you did
Now you barely

To win a whim, season on a duck
We don't give a
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 a trophy for this track right,
Futuristic G tight
If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night,
Little boy style's is mad chump, 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 like 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 that I be scorin
cook is sleepin' or they
so boring I be touring
told ya that ya lost one
You can't afford 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 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
a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runnin
But it matter cause it will cost ya
Cause like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
like a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts faster than the
Why? 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, down south the bud
Run running like a rhino, on vinyl
This is my gun
Run breakin' spinal, this is my title
Y'all get with Run!

signing off...