Ahhh - Run DMC, Chris Davis

Uh-huh, yeah, what?

Yo, yo

Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin

Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6

Pulled up on the side like, «Who's winnin?»

Nigga said, «Me since eighty-three, get it right»

Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light

Next night seen him on stage with some platinum shells

With baguettes on the side that spelled «Raising Hell»

I said, «Run the crowd yell like you paid 'em well»

Then he said to ask Bert Padell, who the hell?

Oh well — I thought I was done bein impressed

Until my man called me up and told me listen to Flex

I ain’t know what to do

It was like Run was sunnin everybody but then again the shit was true

MC’s must want him gone, hoppin on chrome

Sayin they the kings, please, you kept the seat warm

Ain’t nobody better than this twenty year veteran

Even as a Reverend, hotter than you ever been

It don’t really matter who the hell you are

The fakest of all cats or the biggest of stars (uh-huh)

Tryin to doubt these three, you breakin the law

They the kings, LEAVIN Y’ALL IN AWE, THAT’S REAL PAW

Like ahhh, Dunn done did it again

Ahhh, pad done hit the pen

Ahhh, man they droppin gems

Ahhh, the kid’s bout stackin the ends

Yo, Rev. Run, run the block, swerve the Dat'

Flow is hot, don’t need no gun to cock

I’m sick of Vidal, your brother tried to get me to fall

I’m kickin it raw, even in the thick of it all

Run laps around wack cats, I hate DAT’s

Since way back, made great tracks, I lace raps

Yo face that, before you catch aluminum bats

From numerous cats with Run-D.M.C.

on they hats

You ain’t gettin no show 'til your album out

The label don’t wanna spend money yo what’s THAT about?

No clout, had to settle for a fake amount

While my catalogue bigger than your bank account

No doubt, I’m the greatest all time fo' sho'

Rev. Run comin through and leavin niggas in awe

Yo Run remember that night at the light in the back of the 6?

Yeah I was mad the Knicks lost, I got a new whip

Yeah I see, the Bentley Arnage, with the four doors

What is that, for more horse?

Nah son, for more tours

I see you’ve been peepin me for quite some time

Yo my bad

Ain’t a thing, nigga I noticed you rhyme

Yo what a nigga gotta do to be more like you?

A nigga like me ain’t got a clue

First things first I DJ, Run all the rappers

Actors, they want status

But they can’t have this

Since «Krush Groove» you been makin them papes

A lot of rap movies been made since but most of them fake

Thanks for the compliment kid, now jump BACK in your car

It’s the Reverend leavin niggas in awe, that’s real paw like