Run-d.m.c. - Simmons Incorporated Lyrics
(feat. Method Man,Dig Dast,Gold D,Jamel Simmons)[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]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 onWhat's the deal pa, where you headed son?}(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hitWit my Uncle Run, boy){Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin platesAt churches and shit?(He's spittin flames right now babyHe at the top of his game, right nowI'm tellin, I'm show you, watchYouknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)Uh-huh[Jamel Simmons]I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakinIndustry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makinYour money fake son, I'll call you clay cuz you get's Play-DohJamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay lowPlatinum hailos, hero heads high from hydroHit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flowShe ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashionSimmons name sinamous wit this cashIt's our passion... what!?[Run]Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no moreCall it Simmons Incorporated, since '74Lotta money in this fam, think about itMe wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def JamWell damn, how the hell you think we livin?How you think it feel to be a SimmonsImagine Christmas and ThanksgivingPeople wanna know why I ain't on my brother's labelIf I did this whole rap game be unstableWent over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighborsIt's only fair that we share those ***** papersYou can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luckIf 20 years after his first s
