Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast whats goin down, whats goin down)
{Aight, whats goin on, whats goin on
Whats the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo Im bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
{Word?} Aint he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(Hes spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
Im tellin, Im show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? Hes a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
Im red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, Ill call you clay cuz you gets Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She aint know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
Its our passion... what!?
Yo basically Im here to rename rap, it aint rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since 74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I aint on my brothers label
If I did this whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
Its only fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it aint luck
If 20 years after his first single, his names stuck
From 74 to 99, did novice to king, wit a million
MCs waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my mans and them rise
Now speed it up, uh
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we dont give a what
Yo best best to give it up
Sho indeed, lets Run Ds MCs, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if thats yo girlfriend
She wasnt last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, aint no wins here
This sports extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!!
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a goner
Didnt really wanna call my momma in Savannah
I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MCs to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much
Tape em up, leave em hog tied
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but itll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
Imma shark in a shack, yall cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped
And Im leavin em dry, shits crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay
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