Run's House

(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!
 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!
 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!