unknown

Yo yo brand new krs y'all, maximum strength
5 boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo kris, set it for the bronx..

[krs-one]
We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em
We pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and i'm wing-clippin them lip
Cause i'm cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my tribe
Be on a quest like tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
Into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In the new millenium we killin them
Breeze deep, kenny and will and them, krs-one we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, keith ?, jesse, jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin them

[vigilante]
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when i say let go; let's see
If you can hold your breath, by the time i flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns i'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y'all wanna go for yours i keep my dogs in the crackhouse

[buckshot]
Let's take a walk through crown heights
Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to brooklyn in the expo
Back on the block, i see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me i got you shocked
Why not? you see the recipe
Buckshot, i represent brooklyn and my {nigga} biggie

[keith murray]
I'm from c-i, l-i, f-l-y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From riverhead to c.i. to brentwood to wyndanch
{niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance
From roosevelt to freeport to hempstead to uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of hell
I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break new york from long island

[cam'ron]
We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause i heard em sayin jesus christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a g a night, they can't read or write
But i got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl i see the light
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, harlem world, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, killa cam is still the man

[?]
Uptown massive, uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, uptown of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to north
And if dem turn up north ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[killah priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted
Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who
Polar bears beneath the sea gravel
Thoughts be runnin wild like the lil' rascals
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors
And jumpin down elevator shafts
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin mad
What? yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo!

[prodigy]
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put queens on it
Put cream on it, q.b. we rep often
Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood
Took your ladies back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back on the q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of dons with firearms
And we never use those, til the man act
Other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what i'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get pissed at

[redman]
From the, tip of my timbs, to my eyebrows
The hostile, english, olde e widemouth
Get pcp fiends, jumpin off cliffs
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff
My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)
A twelve song lp, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh)
And while you win un hype (uh-huh) i spit on your snipe
And tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
Brick city!!

[reverand run]
Aiyyo.. now bust it
Never try me crimey i'm grimy so don't deny me
I be little like your rascals and stymie to fly that hiney
Buy me keys, to my benz and my coupe
Like jay and run and d.m.c.'s, that's the name of my group
(now speed it up)
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was
Never been that {nigga}
If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me
Or you just be bowlin
It's reverand like a jesse, brother that's just me
And that's just my colon

The five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the m.o., it gets real
When the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the m.o., it gets hot

With "you know what i'm sayin'" sample throughout

(kracker)
You must be outta your mind
What do ya think you're doin' here
20 years gone by, and you still don't know why
When there was a day one, there was a dj run
And when you think of days way back, there was a daryl mac
And before you had a ghetto blaster,
There really was a jam master
Kid kracker, that's me, yo kid rock,
Come show the unknown what you think is what

(kid rock)
What chyall do is just in a legend
Been rhymin' since the age of eleven
I know the records so i'm goin' to heaven
Seven and i'm rollin eleven

Beats platinum popper your copper
You rock a benz but i got a chopper
Sayin' this thing over and over
You think i'm playin, but i'm not so i'll say it again

I'm say only you know what i'm sayin'
Playin' what you think i'm playin'
Rollie while my hommie is joey
The problem is y'all think that you know me
Never have i ever been better
Mad cause i'm tougher than leather
Sunny on the story is whether you know what i'm sayin
I'm the king and i'm rulin' forever

(kracker)
Yeah, you better believe hip-hop and rock does exist
And before you cross that off the list,
You better get yourself some of this
And you can wish til your eyes bleed
But you know what i mean
And this stuff aint never been so mean
So you better come clean before you can't come at all
Cuz once you start to spit
You can bet your ass you're gonna fall
I said you can bet your ass you're gonna fall (why why why why)

(kid rock)
Why the hell yall rappers be frontin'
Don't publish shit that points to you know nothin
That rollie must be borrowed or somethin'
And when i roll up like this i been huntin'
Feedin' up a bunch for a million
Thinkin' that your makin' a killin'
Now the day is over no moanin'
Y'all sucker's sober that your checkin'
Out a certain feelin'
What happened to those couple of hoes
Damn you and you payin' them hoes
And that wasn't complementray mode
It's like that and that's the way that it goes, bitch

(kracker)
While you busy sleepin, run dmc is busy eatin'
Steaks, shrimp, lobster up in maine
Champaign from l.a. to spain
Detroit to texas
Nobody checks us
New moves
And you can't see it
You better get some glass cuz its
Run dmc n
Or jam master jay n
Lets playin'
Cuz if you don't say it
Some one else will
Who sport this bill


******need some help here...
(run)
Do you hear the beats up to the ceiling
Brooklyn all the way to new zealand
Harlem all the way to jamaica
Run's up in your bodega
Queen's, and

To the playa's in

All your hustlers in memphis



Livin' up in tenament buildings


(kracker)
Uh huh and we all say none
And there'll be no more
From shore to shore
Coast to coast
Run dmc, jam master jay, kid rock, kracker
Chillin' in most
Chillin' aint nobody illin'
We walk this line
And contrary to popular belief
Real stars do shine
And from behind
So lets rip
No shots
We hot on this hustle
Thanks for comin' out
God bless
Good night like russell (wha wha wha wha)

Dmc: wha wha wha wha wha

Wha wha wha wha wha

Wha wha wha wha wha

[d.m.c.]
Ayo man, can we see them mics man?

[run]
One two, one two, and i say...

[d.m.c.]
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we're not just rough, we're more than tough
And when it comes to rhymes, we got enough

[run]
It's like that y'all, and we don't stop the body rock
Now it's together (forever) forever (together)
Run-d.m.c. and we're tougher than leather
We're making and breaking and snatching and taking
The deal's for real we could never be faking

[d.m.c.]
I'm chilling, he's cooling, i'm a king that's ruling
Preach and teach and always schooling

[run]
See, we're learning, and earning, the tables keep turning
To be like us, you could cold be yearning
Pulsating dominating up above
Cold chilling and i'm willing, the name's run-love

[d.m.c.]
Creating devastating in the place to be
Full of soul and mic control because it's easy to "d"

[run]
Beat making, never faking, chilling all of the time
For playing rhyme saying, i get mine

[d.m.c.]
No way to rock me, no way to stop me
It's seems quite shocking to those that mock me
And that's not all, mc's have the gall
To pray and plan for my downfall
But i'm not running, i'm just stunning
Smart not stupid cause i'm so cunning
Mc's regret it, i'm upsetting
My recitals take titles and titles i'm betting

[run]
Like that y'all, so just keep above
See my name is dj run, they call me run-love
Creative creator, creating the rhyme
Devastating devastator not doing a crime
Making beats every day, and i get mine
The biggest star going far, so check the shine
Big winner, not a sinner when i do my thing
I might have a sling or a fling cause i'm down with the king
Biggest rap no crap, i do not sing
You want a show, let me know, just give me your ring
Like that y'all, we're just keeping it on
D.m.c. my man, to the break of dawn rock

[d.m.c.]
I'm ill, i chill, with skill i kill
And none of my rhymes are run of the mill
I cause grief, i'm chief, there is no beef
And if there's beef i knock out teeth
Mc's act dumb, they know where i'm from
The king from queens and i'm down with run

[run]
I take a stand my man, and i won't sit
Cause i'm the real deal, like coke is it
Then you won't find my name in the yellow page
Cause run only speaks when it's on the stage
I got a rhyme in line that's easy to find
With a sketch so check, so one of a kind
Got two mc's and one dj
Grab at least 20 g's when we play
So d.m.c. my boy, my mellow my man
So get on the mic and won't you take the stand

[d.m.c.]
My rock is hard, you can't pull my card
I'm a shining star, shining near and far
Shining like the sun on a day of fun
Always on the move cause i'm down with run
I'm the cool and calm, i'm the calm and cool
I'm not a fool, i went to school
My name is d.m.c. i tell no lie
And i graduated from cooley high
I am the only rapper who will not die
I'm a greusome guy, and you can try
To battle d.m.c. but you must be high

[method man]
Pack the number one champion sound, uh, is they ready?

[run]
How y'all feel out there?

[dmc]
Ah yeah, alright, alright...

[method man]
Mr. meth, run-dmc, jam-master jay, run!

[cuts from "here we go" and "together forever"]
1,2,3 in the place to be, as it is plain to see
He is dj run,
And we are the krush groovin, the body movin'
Party people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your seats and lets get ill
That's right y'all...

[run]
You're gettin' dollars, when dealing with rev. run
Look what i did done
And i come from hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go
Wanna floss, pull em off, you know i headlinin'
Sell out tours, platinum plaque, wall to wall,
Name ringin' out, from door to door
Still be the king, run-dmc,
Now y'all brothers wanna rhyme with me
Where's my house i've got the key
Brothers can't see me, not
All ya'll cats tryin to be me
Might as well go on, hits to me
Had a e, now drivin' a beem
My girl ridin' around in gucci
Rhyme so raw, i'm told like sushi
Gave some time to rhyme to susan lucci
Hoes coming out, saying "who's she?"
Dead by dawn, rhymin' for you d

[dmc]
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little boy flew higher than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, wilma wanted a wool
I come to school and lay down the rule
Johnny with the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty with the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't really want to go
Now mamma is a warner

[method man]
Now i walked on ice, and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
Judge a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to bear arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the hardware appliance
Baby, momma crying'
Sobbin' and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they made it even
Let down your guard, yes you did
Now you barely breathin'

To win a whim, open season on a duck
We don't give a what
Yo, best, best to give it up

Joe and d, lets run these mcs, they phony
From humphrey, they mad bogey
Saddle up your horse, there's the sunset mosey
Jam-master jay deserves a trophy for this track right,
Futuristic g past tight
If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punk
Little boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins here
Sport is extreme, know what i mean
Gettin royalties, down with the king...!

[run]
None of y'all really made money
Like dj run and came the run
And played the garden like jordan
You never done it so my brother think about it, come on
It's dj run and you the son
It's this style called run on

[method man]
Alright, now run on

[run]
Never leave me open, so dopin' that i be scorin
Cook is sleepin' or they snoring
So boring that i be touring
Lauren told ya that ya lost one
You can't afford this type of life
That it will cost run

[method man]
Now speed it up, uh

[run]
Run gonna make you wanna cry,
Make you wanna die,
Make you wanna lie, hold up
Got to come thru the rhyme
That run thru the mic, got a bounce to the ounce sure 'nuff,
Not a player, hustler, hater or a buster only in augusta georgia
With a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runnin
But it don't matter cause it will cost ya
Cause you're like a teacher, but i don't reach ya
Soundin like a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts faster than the jam-master
Why? 'cause he has to cut
My deal as a dj, every time we play, put it on replay what?
Run rockin' up the heasy, gettin all greasy, down south with the bud
Run running like a rhino, spittin on vinyl
This is my final gun
Run breakin' that spinal, this is my title
Y'all get phucked with run!

Run-dmc signing off...

*phone rings*
*phone rings*
[b.i.g.] yo
*heavy breathing*
[b.i.g.] sup hello?
*heavy breathing*
[b.i.g.] faith?
Motherfucker *click*
*phone rings*
[b.i.g.] yo
Kill you motherfucker (voice speaking to biggie is whispering throughout)
[b.i.g.] hello?
Kill you motherfucker
[b.i.g.] *sarcastically* word?
I'm gonna get you motherfucker you better watch your motherfuckin back
That's my word nigga
[b.i.g.] get the fuck outta here
Better watch your motherfuckin abck
[b.i.g.] watch my back? word?
I'm gonna get biggie, i'm gonna kill biggie
[b.i.g.] you soft dude, you soft
Fuck all you niggaz, you all ain't shit
Watch your motherfuckin back
[b.i.g.] eat a dick
*click*

Jealousy's a motherfucker, you weak jealous motherfuckers!
If you a jealous motherfucker, you just a weak motherfucker!
See when you on top, motherfuckers just wanna bring you down!
Motherfuckers don't even know you, and they don't like you...

[notorious b.i.g.]
Uhh, i dreams filthy
My moms and pops mixed in with jamaican rum and whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, cause in this world i'm debtor, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin bastard
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y'all know who killed im filled im with the lugars from they rugers
Or they desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's present
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, i need the company (uh-huh)
Apoligies in order, to t'yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
Daddy dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

[dmc]
That's not all, mc's have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

[notorious b.i.g.]
This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
Be mor-gan than freeman
I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, when i flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we goodfellas
Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly (what)
To old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize
In killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit
When frank start bustin, frank start somethin
Killin ya gently, god meant me, to push a bentley
Me and sean combs takin broads home
On the phone with the chip, these cristal chips
Bought to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit

[dmc]
That's not all, mc's have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

That's not all, mc's have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

[notorious b.i.g.]
We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds
Niggaz want my team to stop shinin
Pray my fame start declinin
Whinin like girlies
We been around the world twice, moats that'll smoke ice
In moonlights, sacrifice your heart
Lexus with the automatic start (what)
Fifty shots'll tear your club apart
Eatin shrimp outta cars, with some bitches from brussels
Eatin clams or mussels
Uhh, out the puss (what) pretty face no waist
I just want the bush, so i can mack you
Give her a package to push, cause i work dem hoes
Pendejo's, i show you how to play them hoes
Can you just visualize it
Before i go to sleep i check the beds and the closet
So i can sleep safe, not too many people mill in the briefcase
Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait

[dmc]
That's not all, mc's have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

Y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity
What y'all niggaz need to get through your motherfuckin heads
Is that, y'all fuckin with some niggaz that's on a higher
Motherfuckin level -- we don't give a fuck
About what you think about less how you feel about us
What you got to say about us
We gon keep doin our motherfuckin thing
From now till the year three thousand bitches!
You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat
Without thinkin about us!
Without thinkin about us to the end!
We gonna kill you heartless motherfuckers!

[dmc]
That's not all, mc's have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall