Lyrics:
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got
There's a forest fire climbin' the hill
Burning wealthy California homes
Better run run run run run run from the fire
But some of us stay and watch
with the reverend
From Run-DMC there's nothing better than
The microphone killin', head severin'
And if you're sick of whack
Rappin' I'm the medicine
of Atmosphere]
"Pray to God that you could be like us" - [Grandmaster Flash]
"God damn...damn" - [Run DMC]
"Oh my"
"Lord!"
"CUT!" - [James Brown]
"God Knows!"
"GOD
on the radio
Really what time
I was thinking
1982
Hit it
Our crew so fly were covered by air traffic control
We rock the house to the early morn
Yeah Gage whats
son
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay say, hey!
Come come and see the way we play ? away day
In and out, sendin' shouts out the mouth
If in doubt, chin 'em
(Tell them run that back run that back)
Tell that faggot run it back
Yeah bitch my hands move real fast
Matter of Fact I'm good on that
Bout to run
the cops almost every day
I knew it had to be a better wa,y see
So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC
Around 1984, I left the group home, again alone
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
Ushers
Deacons and the reverends
And rollercoaster
I'm pushing for something
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
My confidence is ozzing Granny made me that way
And I aint playing with these niggas cause my daddy aint play
Might have to Run DMC if he walking this
She gimme that head like gpa
Aye
These niggas gone run like dmc
Nigga ain't got no bpm
Nigga I don't do no wwe
Capeesh
I just fuck her friend that's tmi
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
of these niggas in the game gonna fold
That’s why I move solo dolo
I make that money by myself I run it up I don’t need no help
I serve that shit from top
when I'm high like an airline
This is my airtime so I kicc my anthem
Bitch yes I'm handsome, I'm my grandma's grandson
Never Run-DMC im tougher than
Hello it's Mr. David Banner, your bitch eater
I suggest that you don't kiss or hug her and don't eat her
I Run DMC's in this bitch in my adidas
I
Run your lips, get hit, brain split, steal yo' whip
Drive it to yo' momma house
Ski mask, hit a lick
Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it,
1983 it was a good year
Seduced to something new to my ear
Little 10 year old bugging out to sucker MC's
By Run DMC obsessed with the 3 from Hollis
Africa Bambata,
Roger from Encore Jams out here in L.A., the unknown VJ and the man
called AJ used to run the radio, peace out without you i wouldnt be
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