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

How feel 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 place to be, as it is to see
He is DJ Run,
And we are the Krush Groovin, the movin'
people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of seats and lets get ill
right y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, dealing with Rev. Run
Look what I did
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and it and there it go
Wanna floss, em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
name ringin' out, from door to
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers wanna with me
my house I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All cats tryin to be me
as well go on, hits to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my girl ridin' in Gucci
so raw, I'm told like sushi
Gave some to rhyme to Susan Lucci
coming out, saying "Who's she?"
Dead by dawn, for you D

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

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Now I walked on ice, and never
I spent my in a plush hotel
Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm in my palm
Dead by dawn got the to bear arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
Baby, Crying'
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they it even
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you breathin'

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

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

None of y'all really made
DJ Run and came the run
And the Garden like Jordan
You never done it so my brother think it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's style called run on

[Method
Alright, now run on

Never me open, so dopin' that I be scorin
cook is sleepin' or they
so that I be touring
told ya that ya lost one
You can't afford this type of
That it cost Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

Run make you wanna cry,
you wanna die,
Make you wanna lie, up
Got to come thru the
That run thru the mic, got a to the ounce sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, hater or a buster in Augusta Georgia
With a rap like a gun, that a brother runnin
But it don't matter it will cost ya
you're like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
Soundin like a preacher
Nobodys faster than the Jam-Master
Why? he has to cut
My deal as a DJ, every time we play, put it on replay
Run rockin' up the heasy, all greasy, down south with the bud
Run running a rhino, spittin on vinyl
This is my gun
Run breakin' that spinal, this is my
Y'all get phucked Run!

signing off...