[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
  Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
  (Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
  {Aight, 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?
  (He's spittin flames right now baby
  He at the top of his game, right now
  I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
  Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
  Uh-huh
    [Jamel Simmons]
  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 sinamous wit this cash
  It's our passion... what!?
    [Run]
  Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't 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 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 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
  From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
  MC's waitin in line
  Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
    [Method Man]
  Now speed it up, uh
    [Chorus 2X: Run]
  Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
  Now wanna make ya go live, live
  Now wanna make ya go live, live
  Now hold up
    [Method Man]
  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 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 royalty, +Down With the King+!!!
    [D.M.C.]
  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
  Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah
    [Mike Ransom]
  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 MC's 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
    [Kenny Cash]
  You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
  Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
  Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours 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 bleadin lips
  Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K.
  After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay
    [Chorus 4X]