Simmons Incorporated Lyrics

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal, nigga? Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' down? What's goin' down? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's the deal, pa, where you headed, son? Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy
Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches and shit like that? He's spittin' flames right now, baby He at the top of his game, right now I'm tellin', I'ma show you, watch You know what I mean? He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother, son earthquakin' Industry shakin', you kiddin' me? We money makin' Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's 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 ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name synonymous wit this cash It's our passion, what?
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more Call it Simmons Incorporated, since seventy-four 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 do you think we livin'? How you think it feel to be a Simmons? Imagine Christmas and Thanksgivin' People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label If I did this whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors It's only fair that we share those naked papers You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck If twenty years after his first single, his name's stuck
From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king Wit a million MC's waitin' in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
Now speed it up, uh
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up, now hold up, 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 odds wit them kids till they made it even Let down ya guard, yes, you did, now you barely breathin' [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/simmons-incorporated-lyrics-run-dmc.html ]
Too unaware, open season on a duck We don't give a what, yo, best best to give it up Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, 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 that's yo girlfriend She wasn't last night punk, little boy Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean? Gettin' royalties, '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 want 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 Didn't 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, crushin' ya life
Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down 'Down With The King', like Smokey down wit Motown Who wanna come and see? Come and test me Take about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein' the five Wit the red eye, niggas talkin' too much Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied
You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get down wit the Gods Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, your's scratchin' the back I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga, that leave you ripped And I'm leavin' 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleedin' lips Bet I leave these chips and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up, hold up