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!