Run-d.m.c. - The Beginning Lyrics
[method man]Pack the number one champion sound, uh, is they ready?[run]How y'all feel out there?[dmc]Ah yeah, alright, alright...[method man]Mr. meth, run-dmc, jam-master jay, run![cuts from "here we go" and "together forever"]1,2,3 in the place to be, as it is plain to seeHe is dj run,And we are the krush groovin, the body movin'Party people your dreams have now been fulfilledGet out of your seats and lets get illThat's right y'all...[run]You're gettin' dollars, when dealing with rev. runLook what i did doneAnd i come from hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it goWanna floss, pull em off, you know i headlinin'Sell out tours, platinum plaque, wall to wall,Name ringin' out, from door to doorStill be the king, run-dmc,Now y'all brothers wanna rhyme with meWhere's my house i've got the keyBrothers can't see me, notAll ya'll cats tryin to be meMight as well go on, hits to meHad a e, now drivin' a beemMy girl ridin' around in gucciRhyme so raw, i'm told like sushiGave some time to rhyme to susan lucciHoes coming out, saying "who's she?"Dead by dawn, rhymin' for you d[dmc]Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoonLittle boy flew higher than the moonWillie wanted weapons, wilma wanted a woolI come to school and lay down the ruleJohnny with the gun to break out of the crimeShorty with the 40 was caught in the darkCorner, black is a goner, didn't really want to goNow mamma is a warner[method man]Now i walked on ice, and never fellI spent my time in a plush hotelJudge a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palmDead by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me alongAnother sound boy dying, hot ironStuff flyin, out the hardware applianceBaby, momma crying'Sobbin' and grievin', you was at odds,With them kids, till they made it evenLet down your guard, yes you didNow you barely breathin'To win a whim, open season on a duckWe don't give a whatYo, best, best to give it upJoe and d, lets run these mcs, they phonyFrom humphrey, they mad bogeySaddle up your horse, there's the sunset moseyJam-master jay deserves a trophy for this track right,Futuristic g past tightIf that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punkLittle boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins hereSport is extreme, know what i meanGettin royalties, down with the king...![run]None of y'all really made moneyLike dj run and came the runAnd played the garden like jordanYou never done it so my brother think about it, come onIt's dj run and you the sonIt's this style called run on[method man]Alright, now run on[run]Never leave me open, so dopin' that i be scorinCook is sleepin' or they snoringSo boring that i be touringLauren told ya that ya lost oneYou can't afford this type of lifeThat it will cost run[method man]Now speed it up, uh[run]Run gonna make you wanna cry,Make you wanna die,Make you wanna lie, hold upGot to come thru the rhymeThat run thru the mic, got a bounce to the ounce sure 'nuff,Not a player, hustler, hater or a buster only in augusta georgiaWith a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runninBut it don't matter cause it will cost yaCause you're like a teacher, but i don't reach yaSoundin like a preacher what?Nobodys cuts faster than the jam-masterWhy? 'cause he has to cutMy deal as a dj, every time we play, put it on replay what?Run rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south with the budRun running like a rhino, spittin on vinylThis is my final gunRun breakin' that spinal, this is my titleY'all get phucked with run!Run-dmc signing off...
