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

How y'all 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 seats and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
Look I did done
And I come from Hollis, it and scripted it and there it go
Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
name out, from door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers wanna rhyme 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 drivin' a
my girl around in Gucci
so raw, I'm told like sushi
Gave some time to rhyme to Susan
coming out, saying "Who's she?"
Dead by dawn, for you D

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy flew higher the moon
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma a wool
I come to school and lay the rule
Johnny the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't want to go
Now is a warner

[Method
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my in a plush hotel
Judge a phenomena, but calm world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to bear arms, me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
flyin, out the hardware appliance
Baby, Crying'
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they it even
Let down 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 MCs, they phony
Humphrey, they mad Bogey
Saddle up your horse, there's the sunset
Jam-Master Jay deserves a trophy for this right,
Futuristic G past
If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night,
Little boy style's is mad chump, ain't no here
Sport is extreme, know what I
Gettin royalties, with the King...!

None of y'all made money
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the Garden Jordan
You never done it so my brother about it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's style called run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

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

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...