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Run D M C Beats To The Rhyme

is for you! [Jam Master Jay cuts] Beats To The Rhyme, Beats To The Rhyme, Beats-Beats-Beats-Beats [Run] Beats To The Rhyme of the rhyme I just made

Ladies are you with me? Yeah That sounds nice You know we love you Ice I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys

the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word

a job Took all my goodies out from under the tree Except the CD's Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees Man

he off that ounce of the mary mary mary jane we the niggas showin' them different side of thangs never seen a nigga that switched the rhyme this way now everybody run

brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her I got rhymes

to the ounce, we was bumpin Spoonie Gee Or Grandmaster Flash, Sugarhill to me In 1982 we had fun in the streets All they played was Too $hort, and Run-D.M.C

du?man av?na c?kal?m (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) Akal?m, haydi bu battle'? kazanal?m (Let's go, let's win this battle) (We started

Penny But this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis