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

How y'all 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 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 been
Get out of seats and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, when with Rev. Run
what I did done
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and it go
Wanna floss, em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, to wall,
ringin' out, from door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers rhyme with me
Where's my I've got the key
can't see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
as well go on, hits to me
Had a E, now a Beem
my ridin' around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
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
Little boy flew than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, wanted a wool
I come to school and lay 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 really to go
Now is a warner

[Method
Now I on ice, and never fell
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
sound boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
Baby, Crying'
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they made it
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, run these MCs, they phony
From Humphrey, they mad
Saddle up your horse, there's the Mosey
Jay deserves a trophy for this track right,
Futuristic G tight
If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't night, punk
Little boy is mad chump, ain't no wins here
Sport is extreme, know what I
Gettin royalties, with the King...!

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

Man]
Alright, now run on

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

Man]
Now it up, uh

Run gonna you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you 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 only in Augusta Georgia
With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother
But it don't matter it will cost ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but I reach ya
Soundin like a preacher
Nobodys cuts than the Jam-Master
Why? he has to cut
My deal as a DJ, every time we play, put it on what?
Run up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south with the bud
Run running like a rhino, on vinyl
is my final gun
Run breakin' that spinal, is my title
get phucked with Run!

Run-DMC off...