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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 have now been fulfilled
Get out of your and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, when dealing Rev. Run
what I did done
And I come from Hollis, it and scripted it and there it go
floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
Sell out tours, plaque, wall to wall,
name ringin' out, door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers wanna with me
Where's my I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
Might as well go on, to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl ridin' around in
Rhyme so raw, I'm told sushi
some time to rhyme to Susan Lucci
Hoes coming out, "Who's she?"
by dawn, rhymin' 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
Johnny the gun to break out of the crime
with the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, really want to go
Now is a warner

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

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

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

None of y'all really money
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 leave me open, so dopin' that I be
cook is sleepin' or they
so that I be touring
Lauren told ya that ya one
You afford this type of life
That it will Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...