Run's House Lyrics - Ultimate Run-d.m.c. - Run D.m.c.

(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! 

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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! 

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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!