Ahhh-aha



Yo, yo

Ayo I've seen Run with the chrome spitting

Watching the Knicks in the back of the 6

Pulled up on the side like who's winning?

Niggers said me since 83' get it right

The lightly flashers rolling been dimpled to light

Next night seen him on stage with some platinum sells

Rubber gets him aside that's Bill Raising hell

I said Run the crowd yells, likely paid it well

Then he said to ask (??Burt Bordello??)...Who the hell?

Oh well I thought I was done being impressed

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

I ain't know what to do, looks like Run was sending to everybody

But then again the shit was true

MC's must sworn and gone hopping on thrones

Saying native kings please you kept the C on

Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran

Even as a reverend, hotter than you've ever been

It don't really matter who the hell you are

The fake is a full catcher, the biggest to stars

Trying to doubt these three, you're breaking the law

Their the Kings leaving y'all and all, it's real pos like:



Chorus.

Ahhh, Done done did it again

Ahhh, Dad done hit the pen

Ahhh, Man they're dropping Jim's

Ahhh, Kids lost stack in the end



Ahhh Rev Run, run the block

Swirls the doc, my flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock

I'm sick of you dogs, you brothers try to get me to fall

I'm kicking you raw, even in the fist of it all

Run laps around wack cats I hate that

Since way back, main-way tracks I lace raps, you'll face that

Before you catch aluminium bats from numerous cats

With Run-DMC on their hats

You ain't getting no show till your album out

The label that want us be