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

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

You're gettin' dollars, dealing with Rev. Run
what I did done
And I come from Hollis, it and scripted 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 wanna rhyme with me
my house I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
Might as 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 Lucci
coming out, saying "Who's she?"
Dead by dawn, for you D

Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
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, black is a goner, didn't want to go
Now is a warner

Man]
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my time in a plush
Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm in my palm
by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
Baby, Crying'
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, they made it even
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you breathin'

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

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

None of y'all made money
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 this called run on

[Method
Alright, now run on

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

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...