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down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' you think that it is, it is, if not it isn't race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out gather, or rather form a circle around a loud 'cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out nope, shut him down, the king with a crown 'cause all you wanna be is dicky down two years ago, a friend of mine asked me to say some MC rhymes so I said this rhyme I'm about to say the rhyme was meeca, and it went this way wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skills Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats it's okay to parlay to fortee better tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather swing another Rodney King thing in our right but just like the white one I get no respect money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake from Hollis to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin' C.L. and Run DMC so rush it big time way before Hammer got to touch it remember the faces in all types of places look Ma, no shoelaces and I'm.... I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land I keep it hardcore because it's dope man these are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down not mean for a hoe like a slow jam, check it sucka emcees could never swing with D because of all the things that I bring with me only G-O-D could be a king to me and if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be the microphone is granted when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee the emcee fiends only seem to agree that I rock all the world and the society I rages on the stages with a tune of verse I get praises from these pages to the universe my voice is raw, my lyrics is law I keep it hardcore like you never saw I'm the man you see, in the place to be I went to John Jay University and since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge and after twelve grade I went straight to college down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger the P to the R, not an R&B singer the R to the U-N-D-MC'n the fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black pick up the bass, better yet leave a space so let me put my big black ??? on in to the early mornin' had skins doanin' mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo) I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock and now all the outty out flock is down with the king |
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| 4:30 |
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[Run] Mic checka..
[DMC] Yes y'all, and I am.. the grand, imperial wizard.. D.M.C.. And you're listening to the sounds.. as we take you onnnnnn down.. to the lasssssssssssst STOP! Chorus: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 4X) Come on everybody, let's all get down [Run] K-k-k-coolin (coolin) relaxin and we're coolin Rulin while we're schoolin ?? the teacher who ya foolin? While in, trainin, your brain and foe are entranced I talk to tiny tots and just like Watson, "Elementary" [D.M.C.] Back in eighty-two and three I made the word 'DEF' Gave life to the mic now you know liggity-left riggity-right (RIGHT, all that, swinger) You was crappin in your Pampers now don't tamper with the ?? [Run] Baddest of the bad, I think of thickness here I come I get dumb (diddy) dumb (diddy diddy) dumb dumb (and here we go) Here we go! HERE WE HERE WE HERE WE GO A lot (of niggaz) bitin (off my) old style flow But up off the subject, you know I shut em down an' I think I seen em sinkin matter fact I seen em drownin (Yo who kicks the flavor?) DJ Run'll keep you guessin Here's a little tip, it's the Tribe for your Quest'n Two-seven and I'm representin, comin from HOLLIS Queens is what I mean, Ma Dukes is cookin COLLARDS Feelin like ??, and matched up sticks Down With the King, and we swing it on the mix of a funky funky (new new) b-boy sound So come on everybody let's all get down Chorus [D.M.C.] Break backs, make tracks, take acts and wax a nigga that lacks take gats tap at the trigga D.M.C. you see I got a little bigga Jam Master Jay a with the zigga-zigga Produce, bamboost, let loose the sound No groups or troops could boo me down I slam and jam, command the land Don't give a damn they ban, my band will stand I come to you all knew my crew is true Do what I do, I do since eighty-two I got the rhyme, get mine, I got to climb I won't retire, get higher, I won't resign I'm here to stay okay won't fade away I'm movin past the past I last all day So here we go, I flow, you know the sound So check the show, and yo, let's all get down Chorus .. yes yes y'all, a we don't stop (8X) [Run] So come on and flip for me, grip and slip into a hipper tone Not on the dull your skull, cause Run'll rip a dope snare on the tear, rare you never heard this This service served you well and I can tell you're gettin nervous Run, here it come, get some, it's on the diddy-dumb See a silly soft sucker down there ?? ?? of Run Rowdy then you're audi gotta go don't want to be us Torn then you're gone, WORD BOND, none can see us Hop-along on your way, skip-along little Skippy 'fore I fly that box, me bust you all upper-lippy Chorus 2X [Q-Tip] Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop The Midnight Marauders, yeah you don't stop Phife Diggidy, yeah you don't stop Ali Shaheed, c'mon you don't stop ?? ??, yeah you don't stop Check it on out, because you don't stop To my niggaz out on Linden, you don't stop The hardheads in effect, you don't stop And to my niggaz in Hollis, you don't stop All the kids up on Farmers, you don't stop And to my peoples uptown, you don't stop And all my peoples up in Brooklyn, you don't stop And all my peoples in the Bronx, you don't stop Zulu in effect, you don't stop And to my people out West, you don't stop A Run-D.M.C., gettin mad props Check it on out, thanks to Run and thanks to D, and JMJ We on the way, up to the top Never ever stop, gettin mad props, check it out "Then I'm out like shout, ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh OOH-AHH, OOH-AHH! There it is Baby Pah.." -> Leaders of the New School |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 |
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Can I get this?
Now DJ Run I run amuck and run to hit this "Hit it Run!" My name is Joe I need hoe Can I get a witness (HOE!) And when I come you're lookin dumb You say who did this (DID THIS) did this (DID THIS) Face you're lookin dumb on, hum could you HUM ON Beats are droppin now and what and why and when and how Drop it come on, come on, I got some on, my TIP Get me up and goin for the vickie vickie VICK Beefin through your teeth and what you see is what you GET Suckers what you lack is what you lickie lickie LICK Now off into esophagus that be coughin out a rhyme Now some are dumb make fun of dem but Run and dem be kind So come on, come on, got you swingin on my BO Suckers seek my facial but you see I lay you LOW I flow (FLOW) you know (KNOW) a pro (PRO) and so (SO) Let me get a hoe on the down-low "God damn!!" Ah can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) It's like that y'all (THAT Y'ALL) It's like that y'all (THAT Y'ALL) My name is Darryl Mac and I'm fat y'all (FAT Y'ALL) Back one more time [time] here to get mine [mine] Fresh in the flesh with the hardcore rhymes (RHYMES) Me, D.M.C. (Cee) the only MC (cee) Rock shock the house and I'm still cock-dee (DEE) Brothers know my style (STYLE) D. Mac buckwild (WILD) You wonder where I've been? I've been gone for a while (WHILE) Back to attack [tack] the wick-wick-wack (WACK) Me Darryl Mac [Mac] suckers on my BOZACK Down with Run [Run] so don't act stunned [stunned] Run-D.M.C., shootin like a SHOTGUN (BOOM!) In effect, cause I'm still rulin "I'm the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING," and I'm still coolin Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) C-can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) My name is Jay, the Jam Master, gettin loose Tupac had some, but now I got the _Juice_ I'm gettin stupid, you wonder why I'm ill? Cause I've been around, and still got these skills * Jay cuts "one one one" * two mic check gettin wreck A real street nigga, so yo show respect I make you wanna JUMP JUMP around wicked Run-D.M.C., and Jam Master kickin it with the flow that's slow cause I'm good to go Still rock a show, gettin dough, and aiyyo (aiyyo) straight from Hollis, Queens, yeah you heard me "Jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Peace, arreviderci Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Still the King of Rock, hoe around the tick-tock Rappers sweatin Joseph Simmons, ever since I dropped _Rock Box_ Multiplatinum, waxin em while I'm maxin em "Who's House?" God's House, so chill while I'm taxin em Rappers poppin mad smack, about the King of Rap Ten million sold, SEVEN DIGIT CONTRACT JMJ, gettin busy on the crossfader Beats hardcore, diesel like the Schwarzeneggar Respect the black crown Sounds underground Any stage they built Run tore it down! Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo) * Jam Master Jay cuts "God damn!" |
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| 4. |
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Next.. next.. next..
Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest Three the hardest from Hollis If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say, hey! Come come and see the way we play ?? away day In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout South I'm out - of course the force from up North ain't up for grabs yup whattup then it's up yours! You see we ain't open up doors - that's BUSINESS We knocked those things off the motherfunkin HINGES Whoever said we fell off, I have no taste for it We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't WAIT for it Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge Watch it gitty-God or you'll be head and titty scarred ?? alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy *Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what? Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard - what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard.. (D!) The hard hitter, I come to cross a critter splitter Gold digger, better get a babysitter I'm Daddy, cruisin like a Caddy braggin Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon Pull a magnum, point it and I spat it at him Then I stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off I'm comin hard, I'm one with God I'm never soft I'm a father, to all the kids I'm gettin rid of Livin larger, I give it to the highest bidder So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk I pull a pump, and bump you off into a dump You hear a thump, because I had to stump a rump From Hollis Ave., I'll have you on the boulevard I pull your card, word to God you know I'm hittin hard *Repeat Well as the mode explode (Run..) ?? when I'm layin one Listen what I'm sayin (Run..) no playin are you obeyin Run Bass is placed on the case (Run..) and it'll soon crash sound beatdown AUGGGHHHH! *explosion* Another boom bash See me and first thing they'll be like cursin I'm rehearsin it You're weak and you're wack and you'll be the second and I'm first in it Comin at you hard with God we're never feelin odd Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with the trendy wear and your nappy hair Never give a glare too rare you just stare Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear Cause Run'll beat ya, got to reach ya, ?? ??, and I'ma *Repeat (x2) |
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Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh
Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh *repeats in background* A to the maker, I dedicated my rap for the creator, there's nothing greater than that.. |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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"Do or die!" (x2)
Come on stand up, still-a, a nigga that's gettin iller If you're weak and/or you're sleepin (then what?) you get the cap I peel up And til-I, I kill a sucker duck dope dealer Sold to my brother but the ghetto stands stiller Still-a, standin, commandin and demandin from the get-go got the ghetto get a medal cause it's standin I'm makin a buck, they takin a buck, the tax that attacks the world A system built to diss em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls They starvin, we're starvin, keepin a nine to five an' try to hold us down, keep us out but we be risin Risin, risin, risin like the cream Stiggidy stiggidy stiggidy still, stiggidy standin for the team *We put three in the head and the little one said roll over, roll over "Do or die!" *Repeat I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm steppin on The one you're bettin on you're lucky like a leprechaun I turn my weapon on my record ?? ?? Mic checkin and I'm wreckin and I'm checkin on So check it check it out, I'm gonna rock the house Without a doubta I'ma shout about to turn it out So take a step BACK, I gotta wreck TRACK I got a rep for breakin necks, I get respect black (Damn damn!) Darryl Mack, you're all of that They pray they can save the crazy rat They attack to mack to move him off the map could never tell I fell, to hell and back It's beautiful -- the mic makes hits to the dirty, stinkin, son of a.... (auuuuuuhh) I'm mad and glad and sad and highly upset So don't do nothin that you might regret Cause I'll stomp that ass, like a little insect (c'mon) clean off my kicks (c'mon) clean off my kicks (c'mon) clean off my kicks and then STEP! (stiggidy-stick, step!) *Repeat So they all rolled over and one fell out We put two in the head and the little one said, roll over, roll over! "Do or die!" We put two in the head and the little one said.. Now c'mon step to me do me pursue me you never knew me You'll be sleepin and you slept on the step And now your crew be sweatin me like you're sweatin the sweat Another groupie dissin D, now you're back on the set I'm makin em takin em breakin em all Diss em one by one You make the mistake of thinkin I'm soft Thinkin Run ain't the one From eighty-three and they be seein me and D and they front ?? the suckers from the ruckus that's about to become Reel it back, come REWIND it's about that time Feelin wack, ate the swine it's about that swine in your body couldn't keep up at the end of the set Bet ya beat ya that I teach ya and you're stuck until death (That's what I'm sayin) *Repeat We put two in the head and the little one said We put one in the head and the little one said, roll over, roll over! "Do or die!" "Do or die!" "Do or die!" "Do.. or die!" "Do or die!" "Do.." "Do or die!" "Do or die!" "Do or die!" "Do or die!" .. |
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| 3:06 |
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Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do (x4) A vain from my brain means I'm causin em pain Comin rough with the stuff that's just a part of the game The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam So I'ma pull my jammy out and I'ma murder the man Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul Take the trigger then you figured that I'm losin control I go loco with the vocals, yo goes the chokehold And I broke those pros with the dope flows I slow rolls, NO I don't smoke those Leave the blunts for the punks in front rows I said mine, headline or deadline You see redline, here comes your bedtime I lay it down, lay it low Now I'm off and runnin on some new rhyme flow I flex break necks bust tecs mic checks son fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do (x4) Now mic check and respect, come correct, and I can protect You never knew (DJ who?) DJ Run'll wreck hard, God, may be dope you never knew me nope Where you been your hand is sendin DOWN, can you really cope? Forever makin and breakin it and cold wreckin it As for my title it's vital, you're never TAKIN it I throw a stand across the stage and you'll get BUCKED down Like Kris-One said, I fly a head you better _Duck Down_ I sold good and then plenty like ? Charlie said Like Mike I glove it you love it and now it's for my bread It's goin down on the mound watch a nigga pitch Bang your thang and hang your damn NECKS, now you gettin it I see them go, and come, cause what they pumpin weak And now I'm flippin the script and they can hardly speak I bust a nut then run amuck all on a sucker COOL Now whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?! Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do (x4) Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do (x4) Never let a punk get away with murder Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a What's up? What's up? What's the word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked.. |
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| 4:28 |
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One two, one two..
And this is, the hardcore raw Lyrical law, never seen before And I am, D.M.C.. And for all of y'all This is the way, we reckless for rhymes You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it I never gave a damn about a critic so save it I run amuk demanding my opinion you make it The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it You never knew me but you flew me to your town see by kickin dollars straight to Hollis I'm off the ground B I never heard of such where niggaz stand and I fell I'm doin years with this career like Patti La-Belle And if I ever was to fall I fell upon ya Like ?? I made my mind I come to con ya I see females I tell them yo my word is bond huh Like Terri Teresa Tammi Tawana Tarena and Tonya I'm comin hard I got your head and yeah the lock's on I threw you up, why did your daddy ?? cock strong I rock I wreck I rip a rhyme I ?? My rap is right I write a rip-and-ready rock song Call on the brother to come and get dumb until the def drum come as they come, when they come I said I rip some, tearin them up, a big up A whattup? A nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up I knock down the walls because I got to The rock sound because I hip-hop new Not the old, gold, from around the neck And when I grab ahold you give me nuff respect In a black BM, with my contact lens When the track begins, I'm setting new rap trends Lettin lyrics I lay down You play loud I stay proud with Jay down you stay down Get up on the truck song, the one you put your buck on You're stuck on, you're luck on, you're sucked on a lollipop SUCKA I snuck ya, I struck ya, you stupid mother.. I gotta come my name is Run and me and D we been appointed I'm ever so clever you never TOUCH the annointed I'm Born Again I got a friend the Lord I rearrange but other than that I'm livin fat and ain't NUTHIN changed Big Willie still in your grilly, you better block son I bust you up and then I blast you with my Bop Gun A million times rhyme risin to the prime while another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme Be instead I'd rather leave another brother dead cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread I'm makin papers, brothers catchin vapors Try to lick shot, you get got, catch you later This ain't The Cosby Show you know what it's like A Different World We're livin inside a world where you get the cash, you hit the girl So check the hypness, I'm not livin like this I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness You comin butt when you wish upon a star but I could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar! .. *guitar and scratches* .. Heads up my brother, here comes another word to the verb the urge to discover a lover, you hover, you smother, my brother You can't do nothin other than take the record out the cover You get the song at it's strong and randomn flow You sing along cause the words you heard you know Hostyle the style that style is wild The penile is where I goes and smile Because I pop a lot, they try to lock me up Because I rock the block, they try to stop me up But I'm sly as a fox I can rocks I got smarts when they starts tradin shots they get dropped I pull my card I pull my card I pull my card NOT I use the rock to be hard, I'm a hard rock You get a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot You better read a lot because you really need a lot of information, and some education Cause I'm replacin what you hearin on your station Darryl is a Mack, Joe is in the Public Jason leads the nation and I know you're gonna love it, Jay!! |
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| 3:08 |
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One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out") One little, two little, three little indians! ("ahh yeah!") Httin hard, now check the hard hit ("Jam Master.. Jay") about to flip Slide for a minute but I won't slip son God had my back since ("day.. one") Back to the track in fact the track's fat Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black Disrespect and don't know how to act You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat One little, two little indians and me Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C. We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three") And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips and bust lips, ?? goes the whole length So get it, get with it, that did it And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's One little, two little, three little indians! Word up.. One little, two little, three little indians! (uh-huh, uh-huh) One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this out") One little, two little, three little indians! ("ahh yeah!") I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe Tonight I'm gettin busy won't you give me my dough Night time strictly busy for the kids at the show That's my hobby kemosabe I be tearin up streets and the posse gots to have me in the Cherokee Jeeps I'm attackin like Apache boy don't have a cow Just give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow All the suckers run for cover all the others discover One two little three little indian brothers! One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this out") One little, two little, three little indians! ("one, one, one, huh-hah!") Here we go (x7) Begin it, bust it DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n JM, J'n how ya livin in ninety-three cause we be three little indians, sleepin in a teepee an' keepin up a funky fat philosophy cause we be re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite flavor, gave up, +Hype+ to Public Enemy I like the mic I rock upon the pad and pen a friend to me Hit ya with the truth I get to hit ya with the booth cause your troops deserve a king, proverb, hmmm! Listen, listen to the beat inside your soul Knowledge, wisdom is more precious, than gold The indians, comin, DJ, Run and claimin back the land that the man, stole from him It's bout, that time, for mine, come ?? and Jay Joe and King who are we? Little indians One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this out") One little, two little, three little indians! ("one, one, one, huh-hah!") One little, two little, three little indians! ("check this out") One little, two little, three little indians! ("ahh yeah!") "aight, auhh, check this out.." |
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| 3:39 |
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[Run]
Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room Came with the fame with my name came a tune The King of Rock, there is none higher God ?? with Madonna not melodic like Mariah, Carey, when Larry put me in his Caddy I made my album I rock the funky beat like Marky Mark be rockin Calvin, Klein's, no friend of mine, I told you Pryor, Richard, switch it all around now you admire "My Adidas" was a hit in eighty-six it made me dollars Stompin straight through Compton niggaz there was screamin, "HOLLIS!" Back to the top, you're bout to get dropped Go for what you know or ride the bo' and get stopped My man Darryl Mack, dressed in all black I pass the mic to D (and D.M.C.'ll pass it back) Rappers won't be dissin after this rap song Cause they sing like Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along?" Chorus [D.M.C.] From a harder core, I'm kickin the raw I wreck it on tour, I'm breakin your jaw This is what Run-D.M.C.'ll be about y'all I make the party people want to scream and shout y'all I'm just a b-boy, so watch me destroy You best believe in you're receivin D.M.C. boy I used to explode, I never let go I let the tec go back because I said so Yeah I'm a hoodlum, but I'm a good one So punks gunnin for my run I wish they would come So back up, Mr. Softy cause you're not hard You're never comin off because I got God Just ?? ?? and get a beat down Never weak kid, I come up with more street sounds Rhymes galore and soarin 'cross the floor an' some more is pourin, knockin down your door an' Chorus [Run] C'mon and jump to the rhythm I give em is what I give em when I get em I just hit em and split em and when I split em lit em up like a bulb in the dark I made you blink you figure out, cause I know you're the mark I gotta lotta what I gotta, that'll be what I got So step to me or D.M.C and it'll be in your heart Now ease up back off the bo-zack, you know that you bite You think you're doin me or D? Nigga please.. (what?) Chorus |
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| 3:36 |
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Chorus: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 4X)
Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this, can I get a witness? (Yes you can!) [Run] New jacks better back up, before they get smacked up by the R-U-N-D-M-C (that's where it's at cuz) Known as the tough cats, kickin tough rough raps In jeans, leather jackets, my Adidas and gangster hats A ?? ?? ??, yo here we go I'm tired of brothers tryin to front like they don't hear me though Knowin if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be able cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet Album number seven and we still ain't finished yet I didn't get old, I got better at the craft Sat back and watched you try to kick it but you made us laugh So get back, you already had your chance to dance You proved you had no waist to fit in this man's pants Word to God, I'm back fo' sho' Hollis Queens gettin wreck so act like you know Chorus [D.M.C.] As I spit this and get this out of my throat I need a witness to get with this - take notes Great quotes like boats float flowin so dope Never givin up hope, nope, know what I wrote I'ma saver spectator educator entertainer You wanna ask me, can't be now or later I'm a rough rugged person, been that way from the start Darryl Mack got the knack to put the H in heart (And it ain't no fun, to step to D and Run But if you wanna step up, step up and get that ass - done) A reporter with recorder was recordin the slaughter as I'm peepin 'cross the border leapin water keepin order Lit it up like a spliff, get a whiff of this hit Cause I flick em like bits, and I bust 'em like zits Dippin down to grip this microphone I rip this I'm glad not sad I flipped this, now can I get a witness Chorus [Run] Can I get a witness, can I hit a, never been ?? fitness Don't play like I'm bitter, when you come with your best and I make a suggestion save it David with your bull Cause you're full of congestion Soft? Never me, never get more hard The King of Kings, Lord of Lords, is the one Lord God Can I can I get a witness ?? ?? next To my God, DJ Run and I kick it [D.M.C.] Suckers suckers suckers Suckers get flipped when I start to flip Slip in a clip when they die I dip Still spray a gun, see how DJ Run Leave a sucker stunned, gettin ill to the drum Mic check and I wreck and I'm second to none Accept it don't regret it I expect to get dumb So don't you forget this, we'll put you on the hitlist to stick ya stick ya wicked wickedest can I get a witness Chorus |
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| 3:53 |
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We get open! (x8)
I seen you hopin and scopin I'm copin as I get you wide open Dyin and lyin while you're cryin and mopin Flippin and rippin money-grippin be gropin The baddest apparatus got the fad as I'm open I never slip or fell, I raise up ?? well I bash you in your bell, you got static in hell And 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 and what's left is a waste Leavin them behind and all suckers on the chase Got a dope track, comin real dope an' I get legit, we get, I get.. We get open! (x14) We get.. Word up! I freak the beat up, boom! Now bass up, pick the pace up 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 ?? what's the matter, more mix in granny's batter 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 and able (With the Baldhead Kidz!) Word up, blow up the label Boom boom boom, broke-in, got ya jok-in Me, Run and D, we're gettin open! We get open! (x16) We get.. Open the door, let me in so my rhyme, can now begin Forget the hit and 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 and you're dead Moms is cryin, MC's 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 and punch and bust his fronts open We get open! (x8) 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) Word up J-M-J ?? in the house Randy D, get with me We, we get, we, we get, we.. We get open! (x32) |
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| 13. |
| 4:03 |
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One two, one two, and I say..
Yo whassup whassup whassup? Girls gone crazy for the 90's X amount of girls in the house You hear? MCX (I like it..) get mad! A with a hip to the hop to the hip-hop reggae W-w-w-w-w-w-w-watch dis! I was walkin down Broadway the other day In New York it was a bored day with my man Jay Lots of lovely ladies like a-lookin our way Play like Willie Mays all-star and 'Say Hey' Then I seen a girl so beautiful I wanted to know I said there's none as cute as you now which way you go? Into my rap now won't you check out my flow Darryl the Mack Attack come check out my show Check out my records, I make my message clear in this direction, where do we go from here? Now bust it, seen I'm looker cleaner and leaner at the arena Tina scheamin like a schemer so Tina, jump in my Beemer So we did, so we jump in and jet Put it in gear pull up ??, pop a pumpin cassette I figured the girlie was ridin my jock, cause the way that she rocked knew my limit from the minute that she started to clock I'm lovin her coverin her rubbin her down til she started to frown I said yo lady bust it baby, where do I go now? So.. Check out my records, I make my message clear in this direction, where do we go from here? Now bust it pen to the hand I am the grand writer Wrote a plan for you ma'am and damn, beautiful to make you move to my groove is here So my dear be of good cheer I make it perfectly clear Not number two you're the one when all is said and is done Serious as the cancer give a answer to Run, so.. Check out my records, I make my message clear in this direction, where do we go from here? I kick the lyrics strictly wreckin the head Not forgetten what is written, stickin to what is said When D is MC'n there's no bein mislead Got to have her and like Shabba I am wicked in bed (hehehehe) The woman made me wonder, she's the one I will wed So I turned to the ??, and a dis is what I said I said give me your number I'ma give you a call Check it out y'all, check it out y'all Check out my records, I make my message clear in this direction, where do we go from here? |
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| 3:14 |
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We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X)
You know we know we know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop [D.M.C.] I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller I paved the way for days, I'm a new wave yeller For decades gettin paid, comin straight from the cellar The paper was my trade so I stayed in the lab Now the record's gettin played on the tape that you have I'm like a heavyweight with a great left jab Keep it truck diesel for the sake of the ave Never bring no witness cause I freak this with uniqueness For the rap fan, black man talks decent Prop me, jock me, rock but don't stop me If a man's got belief then a man's got beef Sometimes I get sore from the war of a tour To wreck it down ??, to get the crowd to roar The records get dropped and my lyrics get popped Let me off next stop cause I'm flex to wreck shop now We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop [Run] Bust it! I wreck shop, now pull your leg I beg your pardon And rock a wicked rhyme like eighty-seven at the Garden The hardest of the hard and I be harder for the hardened ?? but the smartest broken artists by the carton Livin while I'm givin ?? ?? Not hear to bust your bubble send your trouble down the drain Hurry on the double cool and subtle that's our game My crew came out the huddle and I know you'll feel the pain We wreck shop, and I can see they always give in Life is like a mic and that's exactly how I'm livin Ladies love the lover and the lover love the women My name is DJ Run but you can call me Joseph Simmons and We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop [D.M.C.] Cop, you can't stop or drop, you shop wrecker The mic checker, I take my pilgramage to Mecca Jay with the records still a dose of double-decker Me and Run'll come and have some fun, and we'll wreck a shop on down, to the last stop, ha We're givin rhythm to the Wisdoms on the block, ha And ain't no business be a witness to the shot, ha ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? Stomp the competition, opposition seeks to confuse abuse and use all that I speak to I bust a sucker, a nucca that I speak through They keep pursuin never doin D.M.C. you Get ready set up, I'm bout to go head up You better shut up, you're gonna be a dead up Bucked and stuck your butt broke and chopped The East coast boast the most, we wreck shop now! We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3X) You know we know we know we wreck shop |
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| 0:40 |
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For the past, decade..
and the last, ten years.. many reps were made.. many debts were paid! Some CREWS, paid DUES.. others REFUSED, to LOSE.. And that's ALLLLLLLLLLLLL, the NEWS! |
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