Run D.M.C. - The Beginning (no Further Delay) 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 see He is dj run, And we are the krush groovin, the body movin' Party people your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out of your seats and lets get ill That's right y'all... [run] You're gettin' dollars, when dealing with rev. run Look what i did done And i come from hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go Wanna floss, pull em off, you know i headlinin' Sell out tours, platinum plaque, wall to wall, Name ringin' out, from door to door Still be the king, run-dmc, Now y'all brothers wanna rhyme with me Where's my house i've got the key Brothers can't see me, not All ya'll cats tryin to be me Might as well go on, hits to me Had a e, now drivin' a beem My girl ridin' around in gucci Rhyme so raw, i'm told like sushi Gave some time to rhyme to susan lucci Hoes coming out, saying "who's she?" Dead by dawn, rhymin' for you d [dmc] Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon Little boy flew higher than the moon Willie wanted weapons, wilma wanted a wool I come to school and lay down the rule Johnny with the gun to break out of the crime Shorty with the 40 was caught in the dark Corner, black is a goner, didn't really want to go Now mamma is a warner [method man] Now i walked on ice, and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm Dead by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along Another sound boy dying, hot iron Stuff flyin, out the hardware appliance Baby, momma crying' Sobbin' and grievin', you was at odds, With them kids, till they made it even Let down your guard, yes you did Now you barely breathin' To win a whim, open season on a duck We don't give a what Yo, best, best to give it up Joe and d, lets run these mcs, they phony From humphrey, they mad bogey Saddle up your horse, there's the sunset mosey Jam-master jay deserves a trophy for this track right, Futuristic g past tight If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punk Little boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins here Sport is extreme, know what i mean Gettin royalties, down with the king...! [run] None of y'all really made money Like dj run and came the run And played the garden like jordan You never done it so my brother think about it, come on It's dj run and you the son It's this style called run on [method man] Alright, now run on [run] Never leave me open, so dopin' that i be scorin Cook is sleepin' or they snoring So boring that i be touring Lauren told ya that ya lost one You can't afford this type of life That 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 up Got to come thru the rhyme That run thru the mic, got a bounce to the ounce sure 'nuff, Not a player, hustler, hater or a buster only in augusta georgia With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runnin But it don't matter cause it will cost ya Cause you're like a teacher, but i don't reach ya Soundin like a preacher what? Nobodys cuts faster than the jam-master Why? 'cause he has to cut My 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 bud Run running like a rhino, spittin on vinyl This is my final gun Run breakin' that spinal, this is my title Y'all get phucked with run! Run-dmc signing off...