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[Method
Pack the number one 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
Party people your dreams have now fulfilled
Get out of your seats and get ill
right y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, dealing with Rev. Run
Look I did done
And I from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go
Wanna floss, Pull em off, you I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
name ringin' out, from door to
be the King, Run-DMC,
now brothers wanna rhyme with me
Where's my I've got the key
can't see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my girl ridin' around in
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
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
boy flew higher than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma wanted a
I come to and lay down the rule
with the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty with the 40 was in the dark
Corner, is a goner, didn't really want to go
Now is a warner

Man]
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my in a plush hotel
a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm
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 kids, till they made it even
Let down guard, yes you did
Now you barely

To win a whim, open on a duck
We don't a what
Yo, best, best to it up

Joe and D, lets run these MCs, phony
Humphrey, they mad Bogey
Saddle up your horse, there's the sunset
Jam-Master Jay deserves a for this track right,
Futuristic G tight
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 I mean
Gettin royalties, Down the King...!

None of y'all really made
DJ Run and came the run
And the Garden like Jordan
You done it so my brother think about it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this called run on

Man]
Alright, now run on

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

Man]
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 bounce to the sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, hater or a only in Augusta Georgia
With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother
But it don't cause it will cost ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but I don't ya
Soundin like a preacher
Nobodys cuts faster the Jam-Master
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 like a rhino, on vinyl
This is my gun
Run breakin' that spinal, this is my
get phucked with Run!

Run-DMC off...