You're blind, you're blind And you can't see You need to wear some glasses Like D.M.C. You're blind So you think the facts means you can't win So you
see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! [2X] [D.M.C.] You (Run) round talkin bout what you hate Livin your life
records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're blind Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes the nine Yeah, what you're
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
there thinkin' you're makin' that money Hustlin' and all that, you're killin' your brothers YouknowhatI'msayin'? You just stupid, straight up stupid Puttin' dope into your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'? You
never hit the spot, boy You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha All my hard core niggas, what you
, huh? What? The real one, huh, nigga what? Oh, you're fuckin' with the real one Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh, yeah I'm the real one, yeah, the real
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee You make me mad now I'm knockin? out your fuckin? teeth We can take it to the streets, if you ready then its
felony Now you're mad at me I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you fucking family Say you're understanding me, fool you ain
life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging L-O-C and to the
is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging L-o-c and to the brain real
-guts all over the room If you ain't seen it, Then you're fiendin' For the meanin' Of that nina of doom 2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out You back that
to see me, too blind like stevie Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h. Boom bam keeps the stash locked
the hood, flow so much niggaz get jealous Like I can't stand when he drop his hood How could you not respect Run-D.M.C. For bein the first rappers to
eclipsed Pricked by cuticle thorns Dried the sleep on nursery slits Into this life I'm born Heaven's just a scab away I'd like to see you after just
sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard Yo, ya, step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the
I mean I'm hearin, I'm hearin you I'm hearin, I'm hearin you doin your thing [Big Punisher] I'm tryin y'all I'm tryin man y'know [Funkmaster Flex
