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

How feel 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'
people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your and lets get ill
right y'all...

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

Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
Little boy flew higher than the
wanted weapons, Wilma wanted a wool
I to school and lay down the rule
Johnny with the gun to out of the crime
Shorty with the 40 was caught in the
Corner, black is a goner, didn't really to go
Now mamma is a

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

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

Joe and D, lets run 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 style's is mad chump, ain't no wins
Sport is extreme, know what I
Gettin royalties, Down the King...!

None of y'all really money
Like DJ Run and the run
And played the Garden like
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' that I be
is sleepin' or they snoring
so that I be touring
Lauren ya that ya lost one
You afford this type of life
it will cost Run

Man]
Now it up, uh

Run gonna you wanna cry,
you wanna die,
Make you lie, hold up
Got to thru the rhyme
That run the mic, got a bounce to the ounce sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, or a buster only in Augusta Georgia
With a rap like a gun, keeps a brother runnin
But it don't matter 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 rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, south with the bud
Run like a rhino, spittin on vinyl
is my final gun
Run breakin' that spinal, is my title
Y'all get with Run!

signing off...