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see when y'all heard that
all I'm doin is laughin' at all y'all niggers that been frontin' on my man's in there man these niggers started this shit man When I come to the show that I rock and the flow that I dropy' all know Run kills the mic can't forget about the olds that I got and the rolls in the spot ya'll know I'm still the right how ya gonna take an old song been around so long so so def the name is tight done went from a DJ to an MC to the REV like overnight everybody lookin' players get shook when Rev Run walk up in the spot even though the crooks that be livin' up out in Brooklyn just can't help but point and laugh everywhere I go now people say oh wow cause they know how I get It don't matter if it's motown all the way to your town you can't slow down my game think about this from 1983 to 2000 its 2001 and these niggas are still on the runy' all niggas just crazy ya'll out here tryin' to front like nigga went and bought a pair of shell toes the fuck is wrong with y'all People wanna hear Rev Run say cuz I got dough that I must be a type of fraud but you know that the thing that's funny this garden ain't money how rich is the lawn went and got JD made me crazy play me up in the club got a brand new mercedes for my lady bustin me I'm older to a Bentley and all that come out the garage on the side of a grand prestigious home Y'all ask if I'm blessed by God player what you thought what Rev do you see on gotta make these dollars comin outta Hollis got my collar on two I got the rhyme on the beat and the vibe in the street and now the rest is on you the rest is on me man let me let j'all know somethin' the first rap group to get on MTV heard heavy ya heard me and then they go turn around and resurrect Aerosmith like you know what I mean there ain't none of that know what I'm sayin and if it weren't for these cats man y'all wouldn't know nothin' about no LL Cool J or Beastie Boys you know what I mean and this comin' from me I'm lookin at it man since I've been 13 years old now I been watchin these cats man I aint no old nigga but I know nigga ya heard me ya know what I'm sayin' so stop all that frontin' man stop all your frontin' ya heard me ya hear We get the hits that I made on the gig that I played if ya had love back in the day just raised up my kicks and changed the spit and returned the Run y'all love today I picked the mic back up came right back up to the top where I'm supposed to be and when the track light up y'all come back right up y'all playa's too close to me You know what I used to like the way my man used to come up on stage and grab the mic or just throw the damn stand across the stage man then he used to tell his man like Yo D come right here in the middle of the stage grab yo dick and say what you gotta say and you know what D used to say he used to say Party people your dreams have now been fullfilled get out your seats and let's get ill that's right y'all we not just rough we more than tough and when it comes to shit like this hah we got enough know what I mean you know who the fuck I am you know my name you know my game its So So Def Run DMC |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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DMC: Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave.
Queen's Queen's Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Q-B-O-R-O nigga Yo, from the days of encore Niggers hung around blocks and corner stores Huggin' gold chains of fantasies rushing the door Niggers from Rochdale, poppin' shells snatching rings Fly from sure kings from Queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world So fiendish, Old English till I earl, growing pains a young kid learning early how to know the game USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques Clean streets, hustlers, crack, cocaine Getting back by throwing block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, Until the taskforce came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I'm proud to be all that I know Q-B-O-R-O, nigga who I'd die for, survive war How we came a long way in solidarity Don't let nothing try to spoil this day To Run, D and Jay is love and my thugs salute Cause real love is the only thing that comes above this loot Carhard jeans that makes me think of LL's troops Let's celebrate it's Queens day this one's for you Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens |
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| 3:14 |
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The King's a ruler, the ruler rules (x4)
[Run] I'm the epitome of royalty, you versus me, it's a joke I'm a rage, amazing blaze, you cigarette smoke Your video's number one and that was part of my plan Went from Rock Box to a whole countdown jam Took rock music, switched and flipped and made it raw Anyway you've played it, we've played it before in '84 Every show, a hundred thousand people or more Famous still give us tours, and we be tryin' not to take em' all I bake em' all quicker than Sara Lee, come battle me Imagine that, what a sight that'll be Front page of the times, I can read the headlines now Rev Run beat clown down, when tryin' to take his crown The King's a ruler, the ruler rules (x4) I'm the reason you started rhyming I'm the reason rap sales started climbing That's why I'm still headlining I'm the King and before I stop, y'all cats gonna learn Yeah, y'all niggas wanna burn, so wait your turn Run, I'm a living legend, my suggestion is learn your lesson I'll leave you stressing, confessing and desperate striving for a blessing And whatever your impression..it better be, that we the top pedigree bringing y'all energy since '83 I run this here since way back when I picked up a pair of shells, and make y'all wear em' again If you thought it, I done did it, heard it, I done spit it New cats wanna pay their respect, son I'm with it But if not, I'm a reclaim the top of the charts Doin' shows with dough flows frip 'em apart Other than that, I'll just be holding my own Crown royalty up on a throne, for real The King's a ruler, the ruler rules (x8) [DMC] Our father, who art in heaven hollowed be thy name, thy kingdome come Thy will be done Forever... The King's a ruler, the ruler rules (x13) |
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| 3:34 |
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Ah, Ya, yeah, ya
[Run-DMC] Seen this girl on the block by the boon-ah On the spot she was down for the boom-mark Drop doc she was rockin a Tupac Said: yo D now me, what's you got He says: ba boo bang, ba boo bang Ba boo bang [Fred Durst] Seen a girl so crystal clean, I mean Since I've been on the scene I've dreamed Of girls to tops poofs on rooftops Now this girl, who cruises the two pack Get this girl in my bathtub, and rub my back rub My bathroom's like a nightclub A few ladies in my tin to find the limb A few ladies in the bin, to put some yellow in Any mighty fine fellow men like myself To organize the panties on the shelves Chorus. Them girls, them girls Them girls I do adore I like em' sweet and fine I get a wine to bind All kinds I love them all Them girls, them girls Them girls around the way I like a limit to a lime The women so fine sometimes they make me say: Had a fly girl go called her honey Make this spent up all my money Fred went to bed with a girl from college, what He told me she was looking for dollars E to MC that don't get played Girls gonna chase him, but they don't get paid They might get naked, but they don't get laid The school needs girls who made first grade I like the small girls, I like the tall girls I like all the girls looking merry, call girls So Run, let's bring the girls in And their girlfriends, but no one let the squirrels in As for the boyfriends step on joy When the girlfriends come home and bring Limp Bizkit toys in I like erection when I'm in the states But no silicone cause' I don't like the |
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| 3:21 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:48 |
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[Run]
Let me tell you bout what I love in Gina Love is like no other couldn't get in between her Always stayed fly man I wished that you seen her Said they had a scheme but nobody believed her No real job cause she stay in the streets Gina did nails but her love made beats When they wanna eat they just walked in the store They took what they wanted man the illest you saw Til one day they went up kindin fiendin with ice Butter like(?) the jeans and Gina said "The rings are nice" Next thing you know they wanna pull off a heist Shook took a look and shot the jeweler twice Diamonds all shinin as they flew in the air Butter actin up and grabbin stuff by the pair Gina at the door cause she good with the gun They both grabbed the money and run [Chorus: Everlast] C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} hey, hey, hey C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v scratched: "Run.."*} hey, hey, hey [Run] Spoonie was a rookie that was new on the scene Used to be a thug now he's doin it clean Ironic he was coppin and they gave him the spot Knew Butter back from Hollis used to chill on the block Seen Butter round the way with a brand new Benz Gina lookin pretty in the city with friends Spoonie's sayin yo I gotta get these ends And these are the two I gotta apprehend A big boy from Hollis promised not to tell And lead these cops on a long long trail Spoonie saw Gina and the chick turned pale Runnin sayin somethin like she don't got bail Butter said promise me I won't see jail Spoonie want a watch and a |
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| 3:14 |
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Dee... Jay... Run... DMC... Yeah...! What...? Who...? King...of...Rock...! I want to rock right now DJ Run, and I'm claiming my crown I be internationally known Even got chrome on my microphone I ain't stoopid y'all, outrageous Actin like Run can't rock all ages So...Joe - act like y'all don't know Run be rockin since Kurtis Blow Me and my brother be gettin this dough Came in the door, said it befoe' These are the Kings from around the way Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay... [Chorus:] I'm the King (what's up?) of ROCK! Who am I? I'm the King (of what?) of ROCK! WHO ARE WE? I'm the King (alright, never let ya down) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song I'm the King (alright, alright, alright) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song Y'all wanna know what it takes to be An MC like D in the place to be Gotta a house on the hill full of family With the grass more green than a gram of weed Stars in the cars on the way to my Show Gettin raw at the pub when they're drinking the mo With a cigar and the pumps he be getting the dough And unchanged with the lane and the range of the roll Just 'cause y'all know my name Heard my fame and seen my game Don't mean I'm all about the glitter and glam The King of Rock - is who I am Raw - we are - by law First one rockin' in Adidas y'all saw Jumped on Tour way back in '84 Jay, Run, D, Macs rock-knockin' at your door [Chorus:] I'm the King (alright, never let ya down) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song I'm the King (alright, never let ya down) of ROCK! Cause in the end it's just a rock song I'm the King (alright, never let ya go) of ROCK! cause in the end it's just a rock song I'm the King (alright, alright, alright) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song Who am I? I'm the King (alright, alright, alright/of what?) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock song |
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| 3:22 |
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Check this out
One, two three, in the place to be [Run] And this is sugar Ray and Run DMC, here we go DMC and DJ Run Dum diddi dum diddi diddi dum dum We're rocking on the mic and then you know where we're from Dum diddi dum diddi diddi dum dum We hope y'all ready for the big beat drum Drum diddi dum diddi diddi drum drum So people in the place hear the big beat drum Here he come, here he come, here he kitty come come Cool chief rocker, don't drink further Used to keep chiffon inside my locker Used to get toed down, now I slow down Hold the flow down from mo town to yo town I be the MC the ripper knight lead They said to me, luck it might be slightly But if it's luck, then I'm the luckiest you know I'm running this keep on rock yo, here we go And the history of the soul And this be going on and on Since the days of rock n' roll Purple hair hip hop and soul, here we go Here we go yeah, here we go now Yeah, DJ Run: [Run-DMC] Rhymes so def, rhymes rhymes galore Rhymes that you've never even heard before Say you've heard my rhymes, we're gonna have to fight Cause I just made the hot shut up last night That's right I'm rhyming tight to catch on the block Took it to new heights look at Kid Rock y'all I eat the rock crock, to put y'all on To have a Limp Bizkit in a piece of corn [DMC and DJ run] Dum diddi dum diddi diddi dum dum We're rocking on the mic and then you know where we're from Dum diddi dum diddi diddi dum dum We hope y'all ready for the big beat drum Drum diddi drum diddi diddi drum drum So people in the place hear the big beat drum Here he come, here he come, here he kitty come come Devastated mic controller The word wizard and the chief rock puller Bad beat boy made for the beat girls Rock through the rhymes as the turntable swirls Supreme people who was born to talk And over any recorded rap king we'll mix all These are the kings from around the way: Run, DMC, and Jam Master Jay And the history of the soul And this be going on and on Since the days of rock n' roll Purple hair hip hop and soul, here we go Here we go yeah, here we go now Yeah, DJ Run: |
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| 4:21 |
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Ahhh-aha
Yo, yo Ayo I've seen Run with the chrome spitting Watching the Knicks in the back of the 6 Pulled up on the side like who's winning? Niggers said me since 83' get it right The lightly flashers rolling been dimpled to light Next night seen him on stage with some platinum sells Rubber gets him aside that's Bill Raising hell I said Run the crowd yells, likely paid it well Then he said to ask (??Burt Bordello??)...Who the hell? Oh well I thought I was done being impressed Until my man called me up and told me listen to flex I ain't know what to do, looks like Run was sending to everybody But then again the shit was true MC's must sworn and gone hopping on thrones Saying native kings please you kept the C on Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran Even as a reverend, hotter than you've ever been It don't really matter who the hell you are The fake is a full catcher, the biggest to stars Trying to doubt these three, you're breaking the law Their the Kings leaving y'all and all, it's real pos like: Chorus. Ahhh, Done done did it again Ahhh, Dad done hit the pen Ahhh, Man they're dropping Jim's Ahhh, Kids lost stack in the end Ahhh Rev Run, run the block Swirls the doc, my flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock I'm sick of you dogs, you brothers try to get me to fall I'm kicking you raw, even in the fist of it all Run laps around wack cats I hate that Since way back, main-way tracks I lace raps, you'll face that Before you catch aluminium bats from numerous cats With Run-DMC on their hats You ain't getting no show till your album out The label that want us be |
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| 3:20 |
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Lets stay together
Yo, yeah, dmc my man In the place to be Yo, this song is dedicated to (word) (whether good days, happy or sad) To all of those thats been down with each other since day one Aha, lets keep it together [run] Now weve been all around the world From the corner of the block to the top of the world and back Were the royalty on the ave, aint nobody ever have And the brand new jet black cadillac Weve been down since day one And no matter where I go people want to see him next to me They say "whats up with d? " I used to jam all across the land The coliseum, even msg, when raising hell were cassettes In the shelves, and the plush hotel after every show We were just kissing the mic, living the life Of mtv and the radio And so you jay and me said "its 83" Were living and sticking together like a family And no matter what, the rule must be That its guaranteed that Im for you, and you for me So Chorus. Lets stay together lets stay together Loving you whether, love is good and bad And happy or sad Yo, my love of the mic, cant touch my love for my wife Baby I aint going nowhere, specially the way you smile When you have my child, or when I rock the crowd Cant wait to be right there Even my kids that aint yours is still yours Cause you love him and treat him like your very own We be holding hands and I be holding doors And when my mother in-law spend time alone Call her about five hundred times a day When Im often gone cause Im on the road And when Im on the phone, you know I want to be home Cause thats the one and only spot where I really belong You know our love, called you the preachers wife But the keys to bed lead living it up And ev |
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| 3:17 |
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Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
[Run] Got senoritas in Adidas over in Spain The Don of San Juan got 'em goin insane Got chicks in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain In Sao Paolo they follow, doin the same Admiration for Run since |
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| 4:57 |
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Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down) {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) {Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates At churches and shit? (He's spittin flames right now baby He at the top of his game, right now I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan) Uh-huh [Jamel Simmons] I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin Your money fake son, I'll call you clay cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name sinamous wit this cash It's our passion... what!? [Run] Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74 Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well damn, how the hell you think we livin? How you think it feel to be a Simmons Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label If I did this whole rap game be unstable Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors It's only fair that we share those naked papers You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million MC's waitin in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise [Method Man] Now speed it up, uh [Chorus 2X: Run] Run really make ya wanna drop, drop Now wanna make ya go live, live Now wanna make ya go live, live Now hold up [Method Man] Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born, dead by dawn Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm! Another sound boy dyin, hot irons Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what Yo best best to give it up Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony Some hump free, they mad bogey Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right? Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend She wasn't last night punk, little boy Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean? Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!! [D.M.C.] Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle Cracks, in the cradle Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon Little Boy Blue higher than the moon Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound I come to school and lay down the rules Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark Co-co-corner, black as a goner Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah [Mike Ransom] I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life +Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown Who wanna come and see, come and test me Take about a million MC's to wet me For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the five Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied [Kenny Cash] You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay [Chorus 4X] |
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