Get Open - Run-DMC We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open I seen you hopin' an' scopin' , I'm copin' as I get you wide open Dyin' an' lyin' while you're cryin' an' mopin' Flippin' an' rippin', money grippin' be gropin' The baddest apparatus got the fad as I'm open I bash you in your bell, you got static in Hell An' when you seen the fire, you got jealous, you jeal' So sucker, just retire, you admire my skill I'm never the type of guy to close the door in your face I got you wide open, Run is runnin' a race Takin' what's mine an' what's left is a waste Leavin' them behind an' all suckers on the chase Got a dope track, comin' real dope an' I get legit, we get, I get We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get
Jam Master blastin' through the plaster cause I has ta Hard rocks like to rock it, you can't stop it Poll in ten years, I'ma walk away a prophet You don't stop, I stop styles in the attic Kick the fat flavor that you can't be mad at Run-D.M.C.'s fatter, so kill the chit-chatter Zigga, zigga, Jay, jigga, jigga, pump, pump Gettin' bigger Babe Pah, figure nigga freak the funk 3 in the head, ten yards to go Blow up the spot for those that forgot Stay stable as a navel, try an' rhyme rough an' able With the Baldhead Kidz word up, blow up the label Boom, boom, boom, broke-in, got ya jok-in Me, Run an' D we're gettin' open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get
Open the door, let me in so my rhyme, can now begin Forget the hit an' all the shit that you used to get with Because it's not legit, I rewrote the script, I flip the ship I bust a lip, it's time to rip the mic I grip Darryl McDan, use abuse I bruise the crews, I refuse to lose My composure, I will bulldoze ya A froze enclosure, where no one knows ya Who dat, who flew that head? Well, it's said D put the head to bed an' you're dead Moms is cryin', MCs is dyin' I'm knockin' down jaws with paws like a lion I wrote the dope quotes, now the punks is scopin' I knuckle up an' punch an' bust his fronts open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get Word up, I'd like to thank G O D, Man above Run-D.M.C. in the house representin' no question Onyx in the house, word up, Cha Skills on the wheels, word up Randy D, get with me, we, we get, we, we get, we We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open ...
