Текст Run DMC – Run’s House

Run
A whole lot of superstars, on this stage here tonight
But I want you all to know one thing-this is….
DMC

Run
Ah, once again my friend
Not a trend for then
They said, rap was crap
But never had this band
Till the ruler came
With a cooler name
Made ya dance and prance and draw the fans insane
Name is Run my son
Number one for fun
Not a gun that’s done and get done by none
The others act, in fact, is just wack I kill
DMC
Why?
Run
It’s fun my son and Run heads the bill!

Chorus
Who’s house?
Run’s house!
repeat twice

DMC

Chorus

DMC
get on the mic and (emcee)
Run
Another time I take
For the rhyme I make
Make me mad and sad because the fad is fake
See I do this thing so come presue this king
One mind I rhyme so all you just bring
Cus I’m the best I’m def
Ask the rest they left
That’s my name my game and we don’t need the rep
So keep the booze you loose and suckas cool your mouth
I set a trap for rap thats crap
It’s Run’s house!

Chorus

DMC
Some underestimate
And miscalculate
My intent to create what I call the great
Till I make a song that I prove em wrong
See my song so strong it’ll make ’em come along
Come in the door
Get on the floor
Hard rock hard hitting hip-hop hard-core
Causing casualties and catastrophes
And tragedies for the suck emcees
Use a strategy to get the best of me
You dirty rat emcees
Whoever you may be
You need to go down south
You need to shut your mouth
It’s all about no doubt just shout cus we turn it out!

Chorus