|
(RUN)
A whole lot of superstars, on this stage her tonight
But I want y'all to know one thing-this is... (DMC) My house
And when I say who's house, y'all know what time it is.
Whose house?
Run's house!
(RUN)
Ah, once again my firend
Not a trend but then
They said rap was crap
But never had this band
Till the ruler came
With a cooler name
Make ya dance and prance and drove the fans insane
Name is Run, my son
Number one for fun
Not a gun that's done and get done by none
The other act in fact ya just wack I kill
(DMC) Why?
(RUN) Because it's fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Whose house?
Run's house!
Whose house?
Run's house!
I'm in the house y'all
I'm in the house y'all
And this is how a DMC will turn it out y'all
I'm in the house y'all
I'm in the house y'all
And this is what a DMC be about y'all
Well my name is DMC,
The all-time great
I bust the most rhymes in New York state
Reporters Clock
Producers jock
They want to be down with the king!
The wanted man from the wanted clan
Wanted by every fan from across the land
Not a G.A.N.G off the street
R. and U.N. D.M.C complete!
Whose house?
Run's house!
Whose house?
Run's house!
(DMC) Get on the mic and (emcee)
(RUN)
The amount 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 pursue this king
One minor rhyme is all you can swing
'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 ref
You get the boos you lose- you suck, the clue's your mouth
I set a trap for rap thats crap
It's Run's house!
Whose house?
Run's house!
Whose house?
Run's house!
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 make 'em come along
Come in the door
Get on the floor
Hard rock, hard hitting hip-hop hardcore
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!
Whose house?
Run's house!
Whose house?
Run's house!
|
|
