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Walk This Way
Now there's a backseat lover That's always under cover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen nuthin Til you're down on her muffin And there's sure to be a change in ways Now there's a cheerleader That's a real big pleaser of times I can reminisce But the best thing about lovin' Was her sister and her cousin And it started with a little kiss, like this She starts swingin With the boys in tune And her feet just fly up in the air Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle And they swingin like it just don't care So I took a big chance At the high school dance With a lady who was ready to play It wasn't me she was foolin Cause she knew what was she was doin when she told me how to walk this way She told me to Walk this way! Talk this way! Walk this way! Talk this way! She told me to Walk this way! Talk this way! Walk this way! Talk this way! Well just gimme a kiss Oooh, a-like this! School girl sleazy With a classy kind of sassy Little skirt hangin way up her knee It was three young ladies In the school gym locker And they find they were lookin at D I was a high school loser Never made it with a lady Til the boys told me somethin I missed That my next door neighbor had a daughter had a favor And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this She starts swingin with the boys in the school with her feet flyin up in the air Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle I was swingin like I didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a misses who was ready to play Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin when she told me how to walk this way She told me to Walk this way! Talk this way! Walk this way! Talk this way! She told me to Walk this way! Talk this way! Walk this way! Talk this way! Well just gimme some head A Like this... |
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| 5:30 |
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Rock Box
[Run] Run.. (Run..) D.. (D) M.. (M) C.. (C) Rock.. (rock.. rock..) For you! (for you.. for you..) Fresh (fresh.. fresh..) {*guitar solo*} [Run] For all you sucker MC's perpetratin a FRAUD Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy that girl ignored I'm drivin Caddy, you fixin a FORD My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name's Lord and when I'm rockin on the mic, you should all applaud Because we're (wheelin, dealin, we got a funny feelin) We rock from the floor up the ceilin We groove it (you move it) it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is SOOTHIN We create it (relate it) and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker MC make the other suckers hate it We're rising (suprising) and often hypnotizing We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in No curls (no braids) peasy-head and still get paid Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade {*guitar solo*} [Run] Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail Witty as can be and not for sale Always funky fresh, could NEVER be stale [D.M.C.] Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail I couldn't wait to demonstrate all the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard And anything else is quite absurd I'm the master of a mic, that's what I say And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway [Run] Bust into the party, come in the place See the first things come, the music in your face Tears down the walls, some of the floor with the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore [D.M.C.] So listen to this because it can't be missed and you can't leave til you're dismissed You can do anything that you want to but you can't leave until we're through So relax your BODY and your mind and listen to us say this rhyme - HEY You might think that you have WAITED long enough til the rhyme was STATED But if it were a test it would be GRADED with a grade that's not DEBATED Nothing too deep and nothing dense and all our rhymes make a lot of SENSE [Run-D.M.C.] So move your butt, to the cut Run amuk, you're not in a rut Each and everybody out there, we got the notion [D.M.C.] We want to see y'all all in motion [Run-D.M.C.] Just SHAKE, WIGGLE jump up and down Move your body to the funky sound [D.M.C.] Side to side, back and forth [Run-D.M.C.] We're the two MC's, and we're gonna go off Stand in place, walk or RUN Tap your feet, you'll be on the one [D.M.C.] Just snap your fingers and clap your hands [Run-D.M.C.] Our DJ's better than all these bands HUH!! {*Jam Master Jay cuts then instrumental breaks down*} [Run] We got all the lines [DMC] and all the rhymes [Run] We don't drop dimes [DMC] and we don't do crimes [Run] We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines [DMC] and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins [Run] Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine Don't want nobody's name on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet D by my side and Jay with the beat [Run-D.M.C.] - (ad libbing to fade) Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay.. We don't.. we don't.. we don't stop! Don't.. don't.. don't.. don't stop! (JAY!) One.. two.. three.. Hollis Crew.. crew.. crew.. For.. for.. for.. for the love now.. Cool T now.. Hah, ?? .. My, my man Jam Master.. is in his place to be.. (JAY! Jay.. Jay.. Jay..) The big beat blaster.. ?? .. All, the way live.. Re, remember you don't stop.. Kickin it, and you don't stop.. Rrrrrrrrrock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot.. Stick em.. and you don't stop, hah.. Run.. rocks it well, we-welle-well.. a-with the clientele.. Krush Groove.. Young ladies in the place.. We, we we're, we we're we're, we we're we're (bass) We we're in the hottest space.. Hah.. ?? Homeboys.. Now we're talkin autographs.. Autographs.. and autographs.. Fly girls.. in the place, in the place.. Homeboys.. Hollis Crew.. {*music fades*} |
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My Adidas_
walk through concert doors and roam all over coliseum floors I stepped on stage, at Live Aid All the people gave an applause that paid And out of speakers I did speak I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak My Adidas cuts the sand of a foreign land with mic in hand I cold took command my Adidas and me both askin P we make a good team my Adidas and me we get around together, rhyme forever and we won't be mad when worn in bad weather My Adidas.. My Adidas.. My Adidas standin on 2 Fifth St. funky fresh and yes cold on my feet with no shoe string in em, I did not win em I bought em off the Ave with the tags still in em I like to sport em that's why I bought em a sucker tried to steal em so I caught em and I thwart em and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet and now I just standin here shooting the gif me and D and my Adidas standing on 2 Fifth My Adidas.. My Adidas.. Now me and my Adidas do the illest things we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings we slay all suckers who perpetrate and lay down law from state to state we travel on gravel, drit road or street I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat on stage front page every show I go it's Adidas on my feet high top or low My Adidas.. My Adidas.. Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare myself homeboy got 50 pair got blue and black cause I like to chill and yellow and green when it's time to get ill got a pair that I wear when I'm playin ball with the heal inside make me 10 feet tall my Adidas only bring good news and they are not used as selling shoes they're black and white, white with black stripe the ones I like to wear when I rock the mic on the strength of our famous university we took the beat from the street and put it on TV my Adidas are seen on the movie screen Hoyywood knows we're good if you know what I mean we started in the alley, now we chill in Cali and I won't trade my Adidas for a ?? My Adidas.. |
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| 4. |
| 5:15 |
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King Of Rock
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC's should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won't stop rockin' till I retire Now we rock the party and come correct Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect Got the right to vote and will elect And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect They called us and said we're gettin iller There's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller As one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang Roll to the rock, rock to the roll DMC stands for devestating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust through ceilings and knock down doors And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks For every living person we're a purple treat It's me and DMC, Jay where's the beat? Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool I'm DMC, I rock and roll. I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool It's all brand new, never ever old school You got the music in your body and you can't comprehend When your mind won't wiggle and your knees will bend Music ain't nothin but a people's jam It's DJ Run-DMC rockin without a band Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel I stood on many stages, held many mics Take airplane flights, at huge heights So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds Got a song so strong, it's knocking down trees Is it hard to believe it's Run-DMC I am from, around the way And Run goes to school, every day And Jay plays the records he has to play And we get down with no delay, HEY! I rock the party with the words I speak And Run says the rhymes that are unique And Jay cuts the records every day of the week And we are the crew that can never be beat So don't try to diss me, try to be my friend Cause if you do, you'll get yours in the end The rhymes we say, shall set a trend Because a devestating rap is what we send Every jam we play, we break two needles There's three of us but we're not the Beatles My name is Darryl, you can call him D You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC People always ask, "DMC, what does it mean?" D's for never dirty, MC for mostly clean Like we said before, we rock hardcore I'm DJ Run, I can scratch. I'm DMC, I can draw And now we got the knack, to attract Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac We'll reign on your brain and rock your knot When it comes to rock, give it all we got To be MC's, we got what it takes Let the poppers pop and the breakers break We're cool cool cats, it's like that That's the way it is, so stay the hell back We're causin hard times, for sucker MC's Cause they don't make no songs like these PERIOD! |
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| 4:31 |
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Can You Rock It Like This
If I eat, a little kid, sticks his finger in my plate I be signing autographs, for three months straight I got jet-set women, who offer me favors My face is a thousand lipstick flavors Need a sip of lemonade, I'm a slave to my trade From all these lights my complexion might fade Secretary overworked, by a money hungry jerk Got a letter, answer woman, won't you freak out on my shirt? Well can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Huh!! *echoes* Your ears are clogged, your head as hard as a log My privacy robbed, let me do my job You funny lookin slob eatin shiskabob You're the reason why my eyes are on the doorknob Can you rock it like this? I think I rock it like that But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that I'm straining not complaining for a casual life Something normal nuttin formal three kids and a wife I'm dying from the spying that you're putting me through I perspire I'm on fire when I'm thinking of you But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Well can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Huh!! *echoes* Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Huh!! *echoes* News reporters, invade my borders If I think it I will say it, you might have a recorder And then, UHH-OHH, the nation's in upheaval Old dating always thinking at me evil You're stepping on my heels, you're breathing down my neck I'm not Rodney Dangerfield, so give me respect Can you rock it like this? I-I can rock it like that But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that Can you rock it like this? Yo I can rock it like that But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Hu-Huh-Huh!! *echoes* What it all adds up to, is just one thing Run-D.M.C is, the king of the swing And if you mess with us, you'll be a real short liver You may be big but our bodyguard's bigger *echoes* Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that *echoes* Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that Can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that *echoes* |
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| 5:33 |
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Are polluted and often invaded with troubled hearts, and weakened minds Living their lives and hoping to find the golden key, to prosperity Never have a grip on reality This makes day to day living hard Trumpin your fate, never peepin the card You just goin through life without a trace when the answers you seek are in front of your face [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] Tell 'em D! [D.M.C.] You're headed for the top, or so you think But that's not true for you, your life is on the brink of self-destruction, total corruption You better get out or die from consumption Sweat for a dollar, to get nothin back Cause at the end of the week, you still get taxed You'd even sell your soul to make your life correct But with the rate of inflation you should eat your check So you try to make a hustle, to get ahead But the only thing you manage is to stay in the red Coppin from John, to sell to Rex And your jones for success has put your life in check [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! [Run] So you think the facts means you can't win So you devote your time to a life of sin [D.M.C.] Hangin out late is how you survive Makin deals, talkin jive, and tellin lies Pressure beatin you down [Run] Like you're not handlin And all the while, your mind is ramblin [Run] About bein fly Or even sly [both] And bein held low in the public eye You decide these things but you don't know why [both] You're standin on a corner cold playin the post Cause another sucker you were chillin the most [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] Yo you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! (2X) [D.M.C.] You (Run) round talkin bout what you hate Livin your life just to perpetrate You think your style is chill, because you're always cold with your platform shoes and your fake gold [Run] So you think you're bad Sheer dynamite But if you only knew the crew called you freak's delight [Run] Wearin the tightest jeans, and shortest skirt You think you're cold chillin, lookin like a jerk No matter what you do, come out second rate [DMC] Thinkin you're on time but you're already late You're blind [Run] You're blind! And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! [DMC] The moral to the story may not be clear [Run] And the only way to catch it is to lend an ear [DMC] Stop frontin so hard [Run] Why don't you peep your card? [DMC] And your goals in life may not be far Because these words I say are meant for you to hear So if you bust these facts you will persevere [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You needs to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! (2X) [Run] And you can't see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. {*music fades out*} |
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[D.M.C.]
Born to rock around the clock You can't say I'm not And in case you forgot I'm the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING, of ROCK!! I'm the devestating mic controller D.M.C. And can't nobody mess around with me I'm the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme I deal what I feel and it feels fine If the girl's ?? chase then I will play around with sound put down for the rhymes I say Beats flow from Joe and never stop Better get yourself together let's rock, HIT IT RUN! {*beatboxing*} [D.M.C.] You, jump, watch you clock, while I rock your spot I'm better known to the world as the King of Rock I like to speak my piece when I'm on the mic I'm the best, or at least, I'm the one you like And when I serve you deserve to hear what I say I throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play Now how devestating can an MC be? My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, HIT IT RUN! {*beatboxing*} [D.M.C.] It's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop And it's headed for the top by the rhymes I pop For every race place color country county or creed and all of the places that I emceed B-Boy badness to the highest degree And it can't b-a-boy unless you be D You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape and if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape Beats flow from Joe and never stop Better get yourself together, let's ROCK! {*beatboxing*} [D.M.C.] Do.. you.. really believe what's going on I was conceived and I was born I once was lost but now I'm found Tell your bunch I'm boss I run this town I leave all suckers, in the dust Those dumb motherfuckers can't mess with us Beats flow from Joe and never stop Better get yourself together, let's rock, HIT IT RUN! {*beatboxing*} [D.M.C.] I.. was.. straight from the start performin art Climbin up the chart while others fall apart The three outlaws in the music trade We won't rob but our job is to get paid Cause Run has fun if Jay will play As I add one more rhyme to say Now how devestating can an MC be? My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, HIT IT RUN! {*beatboxing*} [D.M.C.] I was born son of Byford, brother of AL Bad as my mamma and Run's my pal It's McDaniels, not McDonald's These rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are RONALD'S I ran down, my family tree My mother, my father, my brother and D Run-D.M.C. and JAM MASTER JAY |
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| 2:43 |
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Beats To The Rhyme
[D.M.C.] DJ's and MC's, coming up next is the one and only incredible, Jam Master Yo, back up off the ropes, punk [Run] Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made Party at the jammie til lights the night fade Trooping for the feature we all get paid So let's go [D.M.C.] Yo! D that's me, the King, the MC Rhyme get mine on the t-o-p Can another MC ever rock this beat? (Hell yeah) [Run-D.M.C.] It's like the A the B to the C It's easier than (1, 2, 3) (He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C.) So here's Run It's time for we to cease (So what?) So rhymers speak your peace Why? Cause you can't touch (Jam Master Jay) Cause he's number (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it) Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow Chance to give em is done I told yo For these routines like 1983 It's just a little reminder So those suckas is kinder A little message from (Run-D.M.C.) [Run] Cuts for days will amaze and maze But will make you sad to tan all the dance aways Got the mic, the man, the master plan But the ram, the jam (Know I am?) Goddamn! Spins he wins, clocking MS ends To his friends he lends, lotta joy he sends Jay lose today, this is what I say (Dick in your mouth all day) [D.M.C.] My beats were played and laid rhymes made Jay DJ'ed and I got paid Made something out of nothing (Yo D that's true) Yes my brother I would do it for you I roam in the zone of the microphone And I'm on the throne but I'm not alone Got bones of steel and not of stone I'm known to be prone and make your momma moan [Run] Time for the rhyme so let the stars shine Shame for the fame and the name combined Run for the fun but you can gimme your ring Show I gotta go so now a word from the King [D.M.C.] Hardcore, rhymes galore, giving you more And like I said before... Beats to the rhyme the name of this jam D that's me and that's who I am Rocking on the mic cause you know I can You gotta understand I don't give a damn [Run] Jay hit a play today I must say Hooray to the way that is A-OK As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play With (dick in your mouth) A little (dick in your mouth) A big (dick in your mouth all day) |
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| 4:24 |
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Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable Sent by the lord, here and abroad With words well adored that they can't be ignored For force, because that makes Run the boss So get lost, because I just tossed the poss Make way today, and if I may, I say I make pay with Jay, so get away ok Gaining weight, I ate the whole plate to date Never make the break, I don't state the stake Just keep the keep, I don't sleep for weeks Get deep to leap, or I'll beep the jeep Put down the clown, get 'round the town I've bound the sound, and I've found the crown Get paid and laid, not jade afraid 'Cause I stayed and made, not a man to fade Gotta group the troop, gotta shoot to shoot Shoot hoop to scoop, or a scoop to loop Going off and on, not soft to con Just black and back to go back and run Go to school and cool, not drool or pool Gotta soul and goal and cold hold the jewel Upset the best I met, met a jest Just less the pest, and I'll take the bet Gotta punch the crunch, cold munch for lunch Not Grady or the lady from the Brady Bunch Got Gs and Lees, like Ds and Ts Charge Bs for freeze, or Ds with ease No dope to cope, just good to go There's hope the Pope, big nope for nope Quite clever and ever, but together forever Run-D.M.C, and we're tougher than leather Strong and mighty, hard as can be The perception of the life were as strong as D Never frightened, I'm writing, write for what's right It's even deeper in the night, I'm keepin' with my mic I gotta go for broke, and I ain't no joke I'm gonna yoke the choke, 'cause of the suckers I smoke Bum rush and crush, leave 'e |
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| 5:04 |
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Down With The King
[Chorus] 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 [Chorus] (CL Smooth) 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.... [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] (Pete Rock) 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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