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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 to be, as it is plain to see
He is DJ Run,
And we are the Krush Groovin, the body
people your 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
Look I did done
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,
name ringin' out, door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now brothers wanna rhyme with me
my house I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl ridin' around in
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
Gave 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
boy flew higher than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, wanted a wool
I to school and lay down the rule
with the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't really to go
Now is a warner

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Now I on ice, and never fell
I my time in a plush hotel
Judge a phenomena, deadly but world in my palm
Dead by got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another 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
up your horse, there's the sunset Mosey
Jam-Master Jay deserves a trophy for track right,
Futuristic G 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 y'all really made
Like DJ Run and the run
And the Garden 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 dopin' I be scorin
cook is sleepin' or snoring
so boring that I be
told ya that ya lost one
You can't afford this type of
it will cost Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

Run gonna you wanna cry,
Make you die,
you wanna lie, hold up
Got to come the rhyme
That run thru the mic, got a to the ounce sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, hater or a buster only in Georgia
With a rap like a gun, that keeps a runnin
But it don't matter cause it will ya
Cause like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
Soundin a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts faster than the
Why? he has to cut
My as a DJ, every time we play, put it on replay what?
Run rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, south with the bud
Run running a rhino, spittin on vinyl
is my final gun
Run breakin' that spinal, is my title
Y'all get with Run!

Run-DMC off...