[Method Man]
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Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is they ready?
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[Run]
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How y'all feel out there?
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[DMC]
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Ah yeah, alright, alright...
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[Method Man]
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Mr. Meth, Run-DMC, Jam-Master Jay, run!
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[Cuts from "Here we go" and "Together forever"]
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1,2,3 In the place to be, as it is plain to see
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He is DJ Run,
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And we are the Krush Groovin, the body movin'
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Party people your dreams have now been fulfilled
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Get out of your seats and lets get ill
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That's right y'all...
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[Run]
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You're gettin' dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
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Look what I did done
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And I come from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go
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Wanna floss, Pull em off, you know I headlinin'
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Sell out tours, platinum plaque, wall to wall,
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name ringin' out, from door to door
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Still be the King, Run-DMC,
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now y'all brothers wanna rhyme with me
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Where's my house I've got the key
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Brothers can't see me, not
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All ya'll cats tryin to be me
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Might as well go on, hits to me
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Had a E, now drivin' a Beem
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my girl ridin' around in Gucci
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Rhyme so raw, I'm told like sushi
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Gave some time to rhyme to Susan Lucci
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Hoes coming out, saying "Who's she?"
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Dead by dawn, rhymin' for you D
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[DMC]
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Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
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Little boy flew higher than the moon
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Willie wanted weapons, Wilma wanted a wool
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I come to school and lay down the rule
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Johnny with the gun to break out of the crime
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Shorty with the 40 was caught in the dark
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Corner, black is a goner, didn't really want to go
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Now mamma is a warner
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[Method Man]
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Now I walked on ice, and never fell
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I spent my time in a plush hotel
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Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm
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Dead by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along
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Another sound boy dying, hot iron
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Stuff flyin, out the hardware appliance
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Baby, Momma Crying'
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Sobbin' and grievin', you was at odds,
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With them kids, till they made it even
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Let down your guard, yes you did
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Now you barely breathin'
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To win a whim, open season on a duck
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We don't give a what
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Yo, best, best to give it up
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Joe and D, lets run these MCs, they phony
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From Humphrey, they mad Bogey
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Saddle up your horse, there's the sunset Mosey
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Jam-Master Jay deserves a trophy for this track right,
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Futuristic G past tight
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If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punk
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Little boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins here
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Sport is extreme, know what I mean
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Gettin royalties, Down with the King...!
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[Run]
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None of y'all really made money
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Like DJ Run and came the run
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And played the Garden like Jordan
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You never done it so my brother think about it, come on
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It's DJ Run and you the son
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It's this style called run on
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[Method Man]
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Alright, now run on
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[Run]
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Never leave me open, so dopin' that I be scorin
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cook is sleepin' or they snoring
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so boring that I be touring
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Lauren told ya that ya lost one
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You can't afford this type of life
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That it will cost Run
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[Method Man]
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Now speed it up, uh
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[Run]
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Run gonna make you wanna cry,
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Make you wanna die,
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Make you wanna lie, hold up
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Got to come thru the rhyme
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That run thru the mic, got a bounce to the ounce sure 'nuff,
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not a player, hustler, hater or a buster only in Augusta Georgia
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With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runnin
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But it don't matter cause it will cost ya
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Cause you're like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
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Soundin like a preacher what?
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Nobodys cuts faster than the Jam-Master
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Why? 'cause he has to cut
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My deal as a DJ, every time we play, put it on replay what?
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Run rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south with the bud
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Run running like a rhino, spittin on vinyl
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This is my final gun
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Run breakin' that spinal, this is my title
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Y'all get phucked with Run!
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Run-DMC signing off...
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The Beginning (No Further Delay)
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Run-D.M.C. |