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
