Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Whose House?



I'm not a listener of Hip Hop, but I do have an exception. That would be the legendary Run DMC, or at least the first four albums before they became like every other group and traded in their distinctive sound to be like everyone else. Their are few groups as fun as these guys at their best.

Marvel at how they don't need to use swearing, or obsess about sex and money in every song! It's almost a miracle. Not only that, they're generally a very creative group with an original sound that is as fun now as it was when it came out. And that's saying something from a genre still stuck in the early '90s in lyrical content.

Oh, and this happens to be my favorite Hip Hop song.

That aside, you know the words. So sing along!



Run's House
Written by: Joseph Simmons, Darryl McDaniels, David Reeves


We have a whole lot of superstars, on this stage here tonight
But I want y'all to know one thing: this is-- My House
And when I say who's house, y'all know what time it is.
Whose house?
Run's house!

Ah, once again my friend
Not a trend for 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 others act in fact ya just wack I kill
Why? It's fun, my son, and Run heads the bill

Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!
Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!

I'm in the house, y'all
I'm in the house, y'all
And this is how DMC turn it out, y'all
I'm in the house, y'all
I'm in the house, y'all
And this is what DMC be about, y'all
Well, my name is DMC, the all-time great
I bust the most rhymes in New York state
Reporters cry, producers die
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-u-n-d-m-c complete!

Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!
Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!

Run, Run, Run, Run
Get on the mic and (MC)

Another 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 spring
Cause I'm the best I'm def, ask the rest they left
That'ss my name, my game, and we don't need the rep
You get the booze, you lose, you suckas close your mouth
I set a trap for rap that's crap
It's Run's house!

Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!
Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!

Some underestimate and miscalculate
My intent to create what I call the great
Till I make a song that I prove them wrong
See, my song so strong it'll 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 sucker emcees
Use your strategies to get the best of me
You dirty rat MCs, whoever you may be
You need to go down south, you need to shut your mouth
It's all about, no doubt, just shout, cause we're turning out:

Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!
Whose house? (Say What?) Run's house!

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