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Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A. He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on Gaye God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay And now they're Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earned And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned We all miss him but his mission is completed and done Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear The only question we should ask is why are we still here? Because we're Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' control He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold Always open to the words that I had to say Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here And now we're Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You |
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| 3. |
| 2:12 |
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I got rhymes so def and rhymes galore
Rhymes that you never even heard before It's like this y'all, it don't stop It's the sure shot People want me rhymin' must be out of they mind They say I do it well and my rhymes are so fly Gotta lot of bottom and my highs are so high And when I tell 'em I don't wanna they just wanna know why With a boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum The kiddies lookin' for me cause they lookin' for Run I'm all up in the city, but you know where I'm from The H to the O, double-L I S I know the boom batter 'bout to shatter your chest The beater leader heater 'bout to make you go numb With a boom ditty, ditty, ditty, ditty, ditty, ditty Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum Boom, boom ditty, ditty boom ditty, boom ditty, ditty Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum The kiddies lookin' for me 'cause they lookin' for Run Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum Now I'm up and down the boule' and I'm fully aware People lookin' for me and they want me to care They all up in my business and they thinkin' it's fair Can't a brother just retire, throw his mic in the air? I pass it up to Diddy and the kiddies to come My mic up in the kitty, no more rhymin' for Run Like a be-boy bangin' slangin' son of a gun A gold chain hangin', no more bangin' for Run Boom swagger' top bragger' battle badder for me y'all beg a top batter make a fatter LP The Rev'll never do it 'less I do it for delf I gotta letcha have it, go and manager yourself Your army can't harm me, it ain't good for your health So it's best y'all pass it on and put the mic on the shelf with a Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum Boom, boom ditty, ditty boom ditty, boom ditty, ditty Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum The kiddies lookin' for me 'cause they lookin' for Run Boom ditty, ditty with the ditty the drum Rhymin' for my momma and the drama to come Rhymin' for Bambaataa and I'm rhymin' for Run Rhymin' for my people up and under the gun And when I'm rhymin' for the money people know that it's Done, done, done, done, done |
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| 4. |
| 1:42 |
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Break 'em 'till they broke you think I'm jokin' you're wrong
Got another one smokin' potent, votin' my song Not another maker breaker, put your 'pinion aside And come up on it, listen on it, put it on and let's ride Regal rhymin' rapper I'm a sign of the times I'll be the leader drum beater now you're changin' your mind Feet up, pull your seat up while I'm layin' my line I'm 'bout to break 'em 'till they broken And now they broke it's breaktime, breaktime Pick up on my lyric when you hear it you're sold It's the type of hype spirit that's as good as my gold Bank it while I spank it as the story is told And when the Lord made the Rev he must have broken the mold I'm the type of young hype, I'm mic controllin' my verse Put your money on the Reverend 'cause I'm takin' the purse And now my record is respected 'cause it's never been made Like a fresh of breath air, like I'm sprayin' the Glade Like a fighter I'm a writer that be kickin' my rhymes 'Bout to break 'em 'til they broken Now they broke it's breaktime, breaktime |
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| 2:05 |
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Hello, woo, hey
Here's a little story 'bout a boy named Joey King of the world, got a very long story Made a lot of money, live a life of glory Did what he done but he end up sorry Beat a lot of suckers and he banged down bums Made a lot of records and he tricked the funds Took it to the top and he stayed number one But he never looked back to the place he's from High and mighty, highty mighty Joe Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe High and mighty, highty mighty Joe Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe Joe was a leader way before his time Made 'Piper Peter' and he kicked much rhyme Had a two-seater and he rode past signs Smoked a lot of Cheeba and he drank much wine One day Joey had to stop his scheme Got a revelation and he came back clean Got a second chance to fulfill his dream Now Joey is a Reverend and he live redeemed High and mighty, highty mighty Joe Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe Highty mighty Joe |
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| 2:20 |
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(Rev Run)
I got a way with my lady (okay, now start singin) (Chorus) I got a way with my lady and a way with the wino Preachin like a preacher, healin people with the vinyl Word to the spirit like I'm preachin from the bible "And this is the way... we rock the hou.." (Rev Run) Now I'm preachin for the addict in the attic gettin stoned And reachin for the stripper cause she run away from home I'm prayin for the sister and the nigga on the phone who said he'll pull the trigger if he never get a loan I'm preachin for your momma and your poppa in the pew I'm prayin for the sucker cause he lookin like you I'm prayin for the dude who think his money is his God Who 'bout to lose his mind cause he 'bout to lose his job!! "And this is the way..." (I'm 'bout to lose my mind!) (Chorus) (Rev Run) Now I'm preachin for the people who ain't never gettin paid The suckers gettin suckered who be slavin for a wage The drug addicted brother cause he think he got it made Who never took a drug but yet he needed to get paid I'm prayin for the mother who just had a kid at 12 who gotta feed her baby but can barely feed herself I'm seein for the people who just need it cause they blind who 'bout to lose control cause they 'bout to lose their mind!! "And this is the way..." (I'm 'bout to lose my mind!) (Chorus) w/o "And this is the way..." (okay, now start...) |
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| 2:36 |
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(My name is)
Run (Who?) Run If you thought that was fresh, bust this I see you standing there, so lost and all alone I wanna take you in my arms and tell you that you're home I know just what to do, gonna be a shining star I know just how to rescue you 'cause I've been where you are Yo, now once again my friend, it's the Reverend The first platinum status rap president And from the coast of California to the shores of Maine Got a East coast sound and my beats go bang My old black crown and my sneakers own name And I'm back y'all with a collar and a cape Like a superhero armed with an old school tape And to the beat y'all, it's a banger for the clubs You ain't never seen a Reverend that's sittin' on dubs Rockin' on your radio Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don't stop y'all On and on and on, now let's rock y'all Feel the music, bop to this song From the night 'til the mornin', rockin' all night long Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don't stop y'all On and on and on, now let's rock y'all Feel the music, bop to this song From the night 'til the mornin', rockin' all night long I take time with my rhyme and I climb but don't reach Hustle 'round with Russell and grind and rock beats And I'm back, what? Another hit for the streets I got love for my brothers from Queens to overseas Step into the room and then boom, the horn screams Rev rollin, royal and regal, I got dreams Just like Martin Luther, the King who might teach Rock a collar to the party after party go and preach Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don't stop y'all On and on and on, now let's rock y'all Feel the music, bop to this song From the night 'til the mornin', rockin' all night long |
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| 2:40 |
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I got my mind up in Boston
Crossin' back from Austin Fifty more tossed in, callin' so often Gone from the alley, Cali to the valley Bronx to the Bowery, flyin' out to Maui Up and down the highway, Monday to Friday Saturday to Sunday, every day fly day Fly from a city to a town and I'm gone Always on the road 'cause my record's full blown Livin' out my bag but I'm never missin' home Papa was a rocker and I'm like a rolling stone Got another call, yo it's time for the show Got my mind on the road and yo, it's time to go (CHORUS): It's time for the show Got my mind on the road Yo, got my mind on the road And yo, it's time to go Like like I'm dazin', days after Days Inn Comin' from a place that ain't just amazin' Off to the right and bright light tonight Take a flight, show's tight, so hype and AIGHT It's been like I'm dreamin', people just screamin' A rhyme that I wrote that was dope They was fiendin' Lines around the corner, TV's and phoners Covers of your favorite magazine was a bonus Road was just callin', flows was just fallin' Record after record afetr rhyme I was bowlin' Gotta get the show because Joe is on the flow I got my mind on the road And yo, it's time to go (CHORUS) Got a flight for tonight and I'm ready to roll All my homies checkin' fo' me and I'm ready to go All the people wanna see me 'Cause I'm killin' the show All the rockers wanna be 'Cause I'm gettin' the dough Now Rev's hall of fame and left as I came in Gotta go again 'cause fans want my game in Top priority, Rev's senority Goin' on the road 'cause it's my priority, oh (CHORUS) |
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| 2:09 |
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Backlight, umm
Gotta be 79, 80, maybe even 81 But I thought it was 80, that's it Flash and Melle Mel Aiyyo tips and toes and fly poses I resurrect and respect like I'm Moses Flows is boasts, 'Def' just like 'Mos' is And caked out like Rev just bought Hostess Run got a rhyme designed like seven-nine was I come to flip the script and change time 'cause Go, here we go, here we, here we, here we made it I take it back 'fore flattops was faded Way before the laptop created But now it's on and back and y'all played it And you don't stop, it's the sure shot Francois see'est faux, Flashe' no deux And you don't stop, it's the sure shot Take a tour, take a tour And you don't stop, it's the sure shot Francois see'est faux, Flashe' no deux I said don't stop, do punk rock Played a game that couldn't last An ounce of memories from the past The life I thought, I wanted is today Aiyyo back by choices and my voice is On point just like a Rolls Royce is Noises, boys is poison with toys Caked out and Run be the moistest Run got a rhyme designed like seven-nine was I come to flip the script and change time 'cause Go, here we go, here we, here we, here we nitro That nigga Run insure you like Geico I 'member Flash and Mel rocked the night, yo And back then them boys was like nitro And you don't stop, it's the sure shot Francois see'est faux, Flashe' no deux And you don't stop, it's the sure shot Take a tour, take a tour And you don't stop, it's the sure shot Francois see'est faux, Flashe' no deux I said don't stop, do punk rock |
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| 1:54 |
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[Rev Run]
I got a rhyme for the users, those they call losers Those that got bruises, those they call useless Blown they last fuses, fooled but not foolish! I got a rhyme for the homeless, homes that's cold hopeless Stoned and still dopeless, broke like the brokest High and still potent, feel like the dopest Straight from the dirt and hurt but still focused Oopsy-daisy, they call him lazy Amazin crazy, slave wages pays thee Often tossed in, coughed off exhaustion Now here comes distortion! [Chorus] Now here comes distortion {*repeat 3X*} [Rev Run] Girls gone wildin, and profilin 14 but seen on the Island Out for her mans and, they got plans in Three years left with plans for a mansion Credit card criminal, he got a minimum But when he's out he's paid like nine, ten of 'em She got a kid now, he wants abortion Now here comes distortion! [Chorus] [Rev Run] Distortion! |
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