Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap Page #13

You blowing up,

that's good, fantastic

That y'all,

it's like that y'all

I don't really give

a f*** about it at all

'Cause the same people

that try to blackball me

Forgot about two things,

my black balls

Hit it

Yeah, whoo...

Victory on the street

is one thing.

Blowing the minds

of 10,000 people in a concert is another.

Run-dmc took the live show

to a whole 'nother level.

You guys took it

to a level

that made everybody

go, "y'all think this is just rap."

This is the biggest sh*t

in the world."

And when you came out,

yo, yo, yo

dmc is my name

And... and it's like...

Well, can I have

your attention, please?

Just fold my arms.

Yeah, you know.

All run out. Run.

Run, run, run, run

Oh, sh*t. Like...

I was like what

the f*** is going on?

You know what?

We turned it into a concert.

I'd never seen it.

We turned

the block party into a concert,

'cause we would bust

in there, here we go

Dmc and...

Just, "whose house?"

Like, it was

crazy for 'em.

They couldn't

f*** with that, baby.

Run-dmc was at the top

of the food chain.

No other group in rap

was on your level.

Right.

You're standing

at the top of the pyramid.

Right.

What's that like?

Run might have knew.

Okay.

He had ego.

My sh*t was...

My sh*t was this.

You turn to the left,

there's f***ing chuck coming at you.

You turn to the right,

there's raki...

You turn over there,

there's the piece...

You turn over there,

there's ll.

You turn over there,

there's kool g rap.

You turn over there,

there's f***ing e. P.M...

It was crazy,

so my whole thing

continuously

wasn't about just staying on top.

It was always being...

Staying on top of my game.

Let me tell you

something.

We are run-dmc,

the baddest f***ing group

in the world

ever in hip-hop.

It's the return

of monotonous hotness

I rock this,

you watch this

Regardless,

we got this

From hollis,

and y'all gets no chances

No wins and no ends,

I need no dances

No rims or no benz

From the corners

of hollis ave

I came up, blew the game up

Trying to tell me

my reign's up

Bring my name up

rev run, y'all.

There was a moment

when you guys were number one group...

Rap group in the world

undisputed,

top of the mountain,

stood up, looked down.

Right.

What's that like?

It's good for a second.

It's when, if you're

not focused to keep making music,

and you don't cruise...

It's when you're

sitting in the tub,

for me,

eating french toast,

got weed coming,

got a ho coming,

got kwasi bringing me

a rolls royce.

You remember kwasi?

Mm-Hmm.

All this was coming,

and rolling stone

magazine is coming.

So this is all in

the presidential suite.

I just seen ice-t

as I was driving up.

Mm-Hmm.

I just hit I.A.

Can't wait

to get to I.A.

They got best Endo.

They got the best girls.

They got the best

presidential suite.

They got

the rolls-royce, rolling stone magazine.

I'm run. I'm number one.

And then

the realization comes

that, you know,

I'm sitting in the tub.

The syrup's falling

in the tub.

There's ashes

falling in the tub.

The ho's knocking

at the door.

Rolling stone's

behind the ho

and the man

to cut your hair,

and you're like,

"I'm f***ing out of control."

What's cracking

with it, y'all?

This is dub sizzle, aka

skip skip the barracuda.

All you niggas

can drown in my nuts.

F*** y'all. Can't none

of you niggas f*** with me.

Nigga I started

a lot of this sh*t

on this side

of town, nigga,

and I don't give

a f*** what nobody say out there, nigga.

You come over here,

you gotta see me.

Skip skip,

west sier for lier, nier.

I'm out on the block nigga,

for real.

F*** y'all.

One time, I was watching

one of your shows.

And you was f***ing it up.

You was getting down.

You was out there, and you

was... you was freestyling.

You're freestyling.

And, uh, I think somebody...

Some kind of way

or something, I don't know what was going on.

Whatever, the turntable

must have skipped a song.

Skipped a song

or went off beat.

Skipped and went off beat,

and, you know...

And of course

you stop and everything.

But you played it

the f*** off, though.

Yeah.

You played it off.

You looked in the crowd.

You know, you was like,

you know, you know,

I to the c to the e

Niggas can't f***

with me you know.

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

And then

it went off and sh*t,

and, you know, you looked,

and then you played it

real quick.

You went to the crowd

and said, "huh?"

Hey, on the real.

You think I'm lying, nigga.

You f***ed me up.

Nigga looked in the crowd

and was like, "huh?"

You know, you looked

at a b*tch and was like, "huh?"

Ohh.

What'd you say?

You went to the mic,

yo, yo, yo,

let's start this song...

Let's just start...

I got a... I got

a billion of them.

I got... let me

tell you something.

Am I lying though?

No.

That's some of my sh*t.

Yeah, okay.

That's some

of my best sh*t. I got other tricks.

Like if I f***ed up

or something

and I be in the middle

of the song,

what I do is I act like

the mic cut off.

So now that I f***ed up,

I'll go like this,

and then I'll start

lip syncing like...

And I'll...

"Yo, yo, yo,

the mic cut off."

And I'll make it

look like there was a technical problem,

and we got

to start the song over.

There you go.

That's one

of my tricks.

Here's another trick.

Usually there's a...

A fan in the front row

that f***ing knows

every single word.

Word, mm-Hmm.

So I early find him,

and he becomes

my human teleprompter.

So if I fall off, I put

the mic in his mouth...

Mic to his face.

And he'll say the lyric

and jump me back on top

and sh*t like that. Tricks.

Now, that's the difference

between an mc and a rapper.

That's secret sh*t.

That's the difference.

Secret.

I sold too much coke

in the eighties

It's my f***ing fault,

I made you crack babies

Now you whine

and cold woke me up

Like a wild wolf

won't murder his sick pup

Niggas on the net

talking crazy and reckless

Busters don't know

you get laid down for much less

This ain't no game, cuz,

niggas now we come

.50 cal dum-dum

rubber-grip bear guns

I see you run

like diarrhea

Hide behind

your f***ing bodyguards

Like little ballerinas

It ain't no thing when

them damn things flame

Fully automatics

makes the clubs' ears ring

The oldest nigga, true,

that means I done it the most

Question is now

which p*ssy want it the most?

Y'all ain't sh*t to me,

never got your g on

Softening the pillows

at the bed, bath & beyond

Your mistake thinking

that I'm dead and gone

Ask your mama,

I'm bloody in the octagon

I'm iller than chucky

in child's play

I bench 300 on a bad day

I'm wild

like uganda machetes

You motherfucking

with a psychopath, you niggas ain't ready

Cracked my nigga t.I.,

but they didn't catch me

My silenced p90 sounds

like sewing machines

Bugatti veyron,

plasma screen

Malibu beach house,

lake house, I'm caked out

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