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[Run]
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 Def a-then it went this way Took a test to become an MC And Orange Krush became amazed at me So Larry put me inside, his Cad-illac The chaffeur drove off and we never came back Dave cut the record down to the bone And now they got me rockin on the microphone And then we talkin autograph, and here's the laugh Champagne caviar, and bubble bath But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead And you sucker MC's is who I please So take that and move back catch a heart attack Because there's nothin in the world, that Run'll ever lack I cold chill at a party in a b-boy stance And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance Fly like a Dove, that come from up above I'm rockin on the mic and you can call me Run-Love I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville And written right on the side it reads 'Dressed to Kill' So if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step aside There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis Coolin out girl, take you to the def places One of a kind and for your people's delight And for you sucker MC, you just ain't right Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife You're walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew And everybody know what you've been through Ah with the one two three, three to two one My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run We do it in the place with the highs and the bass I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face Go Uptown and come down to the ground You sucker MC's, you bad face clown You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein Comin from the wackest, part of town Tryin to rap up but you can't get down You don't even know your english, your verb or noun You're just a sucker MC you sad face clown So D.M.C. and if you're ready The people rockin steady You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getti [D.M.C.] I'm D.M.C. in the place to be I go to St. John's University And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge And after 12th grade I went straight to college I'm light skinned, I live in Queens And I love eatin chicken and collard greens I dress to kill, I love the style I'm an MC you know who's versatile Say I got good credit in your regards Got my name not numbers on my credit cards I go Uptown, I come back home with who me myself and my microphone All my rhymes are sweet delight So here's another one for y'all to bite When I rhyme, I never quit And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it Cause it takes a lot, to entertain And sucker MC's can be a pain You can't rock a party with the hip in hop You gotta let em know you'll never stop The rhymes have to make (a lot of sense) You got to know where to start (when the beats commence..) |
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[Run] Unemployment at a record highs
People coming, people going, people born to die Don't ask me, because I don't know why But it's like that, and that's the way it is [D.M.C.] People in the world tryin to make ends meet You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet I said you got to work hard, you want to compete It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! [Run & D.M.C. alternate lines for the remainder of the song] Money is the key to end all your woes Your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows Won't you tell me the last time that love bought you clothes? It's like that, and that's the way it is Bills rise higher every day We receive much lower pay I'd rather stay young, go out and play It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! Wars going on across the sea Street soldiers killing the elderly Whatever happened to unity? It's like that, and that's the way it is Disillusion is the word That's used by me when I'm not heard I just go through life with my glasses blurred It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! You can see a lot in this lifespan Like a bum eating out of a garbage can You noticed one time he was your man It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is You should have gone to school, you could've learned a trade But you laid in the bed where the bums have laid Now all the time you're crying that you're underpaid It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! One thing I know is that life is short So listen up homeboy, give this a thought The next time someone's teaching why don't you get taught? It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is If you really think about it times aren't that bad The one that flexes with successes will make you glad Stop playing start praying, you won't be sad It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! When you feel you fail sometimes it hurts For a meaning in life is why you search Take the bus or the train, drive to school or the church It's like that, and that's the way it is Here's another point in life you should not miss Do not be a fool who's prejudiced Because we're all written down on the same list It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! You know it's like that, and that's the way it is Because it's like that, and that's the way it is (Repeat these lines til fade) |
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| 5:46 |
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Heard that they said that it's rainin' men
But the offer that I make, it won't be made again You don't have to write, you don't have to call It's a one-time offer for nothing at all And there's no red tape, I don't make it hard You don't need cash money or a Master Card I got easy terms, and a layaway But I need a quick decision, and I need it today And if you find that you don't like my ways Well, you can send me back in 30 days Now have you ever seen a man with a guarantee? Well you're lookin at him now, cause the man is me And if you don't believe all the things I say I'm certified 'prime' by the USDA Now the name that I use DJ Run And I'm a fast-talkin slow-walkin number one And if you don't believe all the words I say Then you're a natural born fool who's got to be that way I got a 50 rating and a 50 share Every minute, every hour that I'm on the air And when I come to town, I'm on a big marquee It says (DJ Run) and me, D.M.C. And if you find that you don't like my ways Well, you can send me back in 30 days A good job and lots of money might not be enough And to satisfy your needs it may be rough But I take some care and treat you nice And if it ain't sufficient once, I cold work it out twice And if you find that you don't like my ways Well, you can send me back in 30 days I'm gonna give you everything that you ever need If you need a pint of blood, then I'll even bleed If you're lookin for a car, I will buy you two And if you're lookin for a pet, I'll buy a kangaroo If you need a vacation, we can fly the world And you'll know I'll never look at another girl I'm a single-minded man, and my mind is set You're the lady of the '80s that I'm gonna get And if you find you don't like my ways Well, you can send me back in 30 days Billboard Peak (R&B): 16 (September 8, 1984) Weeks in Top 100: 5 |
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| 4. |
| 3:52 |
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Hard times! Spreading just like the flu
Watch out, homeboy, don't let it catch you Prices go up, don't let your pocket go down When you got short money you're stuck on the ground Turn around, get ready, keep your eye on the clock And be on point for the future shock Hard times (repeat 2x) Hard times are coming to your town So stay alert, don't let them get you down They tell you times are tough, you hear that times are hard But when you work for that ace you know you pulled the right card Hard times got our pockets all in chains I'll tell you what, homeboy, it don't have my brain All day I have to work at my peak Beacuse I need that dollar every day of the week Hard times Hard times can take you on a natural trip So keep your balance, and don't you slip Hard times is nothing new on me, I'm gonna use my strong mentality Like the cream of the crop, like the crop of the cream Beating hard times, that is my dream Hard times in life, hard times in death, I'm gonna keep on fighting till my very last breath Hard times (repeat 6x) |
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| 3:12 |
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Sucker MC's who did not learn
If you don't this time, we shall return The beat is big, it's kind of large And when we're on the mic, we're in charge It's like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (that y'all) Like that-a-tha-that a-like that y'all (that y'all) Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka But keep a microphone inside my locker Go to school everyday, on the side makin pay Cause I'm rockin on the mic until the break of day And now the things I do make me a star And you could be too if you know who you are Just put your mind to it, you'll go real far Like a pedal to the metal when you're drivin a car ...Liggy-liggy-liggy-listen to the things that I say Because it's not routine, it's the way I play Just come out my mouth all time of the day And then I must have time to give it away Hey, they used to call me Easy Dee Cause I rapped on the mic so easily But now they call me D.M.C. (He's) the Emcee of the party The D's for doin it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool as can be (And why you wear those glasses?) So I can see Huh-huh Got rhymes so def, rhymes, rhymes galore Rhymes that you never even heard before Now if you say you heard my rhymes, we're gonna have to fight Cause I just made the super-def rhymes last night Microphone master, super rhyme maker I get def as the others get faker It's me, D.M.C. in the place to be And I still got the same old harmony I'm the devastatin mic-controller The word wizard and the chief rock roller Bad b-boy made for the b-girls Rock ruler rhymes as the turntable twirls Supreme being who was born to talk And over sucker MC's all day I walk A few years ago my name was Joe And then I went to a party, cold stole the show Stole it as sure as birds have wings Now they're callin me DJ Running Things Got Kurtis Blow down with the two And my man Larry Lah makes beats for you Keepin up the funky beat is the Hollis Crew So Dee, take the mic cause you know I'm through In case you wonder what all this means We're funky fresh from Hollis, Queens Run and Kurt both down with me And that's the way it's meant to be I'm the microphone master D.M.C. Devastatin mic-controller personality And to the sucker MC's who did not learn If you don't this time we shall return... |
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| 4:29 |
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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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| 8. |
| 5:14 |
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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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| 5:59 |
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Shut up!!!
You talk too much... You talk too much... You talk too much... You talk too much... Hey! You over there, I know about your kind You're like the Independent Network News on Channel 9 Everywhere that you go, no matter where you at I said you talk about this, and you talk about that When the cat took your tongue, I say you took it right back Your mouth is so big, one bite would kill a Big Mac You talk too much You never shut up I said you talk too much Homeboy you never shut up You talk about people, you don't even know And you talk about places, you NEVER go You talk about your girl, from head to toe I said your mouth's moving fast, and your brain's moving slow You talk too much You never shut up!! I said you talk too much Homeboy you never shut up You're the instigator, the orator of the town You're the worst when you converse, just a big mouth clown You talk when you're awake, I heard you talk when you sleep Has anyone ever told you, that talk is cheap You talk too much You never shut, up!! I said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! Talking is the one thing, that you can do best You told the cavity creeps, to watch out for Crest You never have the story, right and exact And then you always try to bore me, with your yakkity yak You talk too much And then you never shut up I said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! Everyday you are out fighting someone in the street And you're always fighting someone you know ya can't beat Then you wonder how, you got in this mess Just think of what you said, then take a guess You talk too much You never shut up! I said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! You're always spreading rumors, whether bad or good You're the damn Walter Cronkite of the neighborhood The Barbara Walters, and the Howard Cosell You always come around, with a story to tell You talk too much And then you never shut up I said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! Said it's everybody's business that you love to mind And talkin to you, is like dropping a dime You're spreading the word, like it is your job You should be a stool pigeon, who works for the mob You talk too much And you never shut up I said you talk too much Homeboy you never shut up! A big blabbermouth, that's what you are If you were a talk show host, you'd be a star I said your mouth is big, size extra large And when you open it, it's like my garage You talk too much And then you never shut up I said you talk too much Homeboy you never shut up You always like to gossip, just like a girl You talk so damn much, it's outta this world When you're reincarnated, in your second life You won't be a man, you'll be a nagging wife You talk too much Then you never shut up He said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! Twenty-five hours, eight days a week Thirteen months outta year, is when you speak I'm tired of listening to the garbage you talk Why don't you find a short pier, and take a long walk You talk too much Then you never shut up! I said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! You talk too much You could be, out of breath You talk too much Man you naggin me to death You talk too much Tired of hearing you speak You talk too much Eight days a week You talk too much Then you never shut up I said you talk too much Why don't you ever SHUT UP!!! You talk too much Then you never shut up! I said you talk too much Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!! |
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| 2:47 |
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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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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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| 3:26 |
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You Be Illing
Verse 1 (One) day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny Went up to the front with a menu and his money He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um...is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac! You be illin' Verse 2 (To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J Front row seat (in free!) no pay Radio in hand, snacks by feet Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town Round his back, through the hoop, then you scream "Touchdown!" You be illin' Verse 3 The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance You be illin' Verse 4 (For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left It was salty, with butter and it was def You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! You be illin' |
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| 3:03 |
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This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital
To rock (a rhyme), that's right (on time) It's Tricky is the title, here we go... It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tricky) Trrrrrrrrrrricky I met this little girlie, her hair was kinda curly Went to her house and bust her out, I had to leave real early These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said "It's not that easy" It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...(How is it D?) It's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Trrrrrricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme They really (hawk) but we just (walk) because we have no time And in the city it's a pity cos we just can't hide Tinted windows don't mean nothin', they know who's inside It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...(How is it D?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) huh! When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cos I make up a rhyme I'm not braggin', people naggin' cos they think I'm a star Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cos I'm on TV They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...(How is it?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tr-Tr-Tr-Tricky) Tr-tr-tr. We are not thugs (we don't use drugs) but you assume (on your own) They offer coke (and lots of dope) but we just leave it alone It's like that y'all (y'all), but we don't quit You keep on (rock!) shock! Cos this is it... |
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Many of our people
Stealing Gambling Many of our people turn to Crime, time, nah I get mine Climb, do fine, wine and just dine Make, break, ill and just take Fate for God sake a break is at stake Crack, wack, smack you right back In fact you might last to jack if I crack Cry, lie, do or just die Live positive and give, but that's why "I'm not" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") Dee the King me, and you knew it ?? ?? ??, so get to it You want to flaunt and talk, and you're tryin' To taunt and want and want, cause you're dyin' Your place, race, chase, and I seen it And now, child, bow, and I mean it I came, saw, kicked, and you saw it The crowd, proud and loud, and all for it ?? sin is wrong, so don't do it We invented the song, and you blew it I knew the time was right, so I wrote it Here's the hook, look, so just quote it "I'm not" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") Comin' off, time and time, and that's whether You, your crew, knew, whatever I did, done, do, I'm this clever I come again and win, and you'll never See a man like me, your idol So joke, smoke, toke, but this title The rhyme is mine, fine, and so vital It's time for me to rock, my recital Gonna tell you about a groove, that's comin' From the heart in part, and just one in A million, or you, will be bummin' So check the time, the rhyme, that comes from it Inside your brain, remain, so just keep it Plain, sane, refrain, so just peep it Look, see it, check, but never stop it The hook, comes, next, so Jay drop it! "I'm not" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") Gotta go Joe you know, to the T-O, P And see Dee, you know we know The way today I say, I'm not a Leo The King is Dee and Jay, he score ?? That's left to smile a while, keep grinnin' This past style, is wild, and I'm winnin Roll, stroll, control, and I'm coolin' The King of Rock and Roll, and I'm rulin' I rhyme, shock and stop, and I'm droppin' I pop hip-hop, I'm hip-hoppin' Receive a G ?? while I'm throwin' It's D.M.C. it's me, I'm not goin' "I'm not.." "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out" .. "like, like-like that!") Must, crush, us, you gotta Take, us, out, we're hotter Team, is, mean, a lot of Work, in, volved, we're smarter Dee, Jay, Run, no jokin' Hot, as, Hell, we're smokin' Punks, rumps, chumps, we're yokin' News, is, crews, are chokin' Out, like, that, not goin' In, like, men, we're growin' Chance, to, dance, not blowin' Go, to, show, don't roll in Don't, you, know, we're stayin' Here, to, show, not playin' Here's, the, jam, respect it Time, to, end, THIS RECORD! "I'm not.." "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") |
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Mary Mary
"Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [Run] Had a fly girl Flo, called her honey Next thing she spent up all my money ?? debt, you and your girl's dizzy Stopped movin crack but you're still gettin pissy You could call me everyday God sent like you was Lois Lane and I was Clark Kent I spend and I spend and you spent and you spent Now my house with a mouse is a roach with a tent "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [D.M.C.] Mary Mary Mary you cold thumb suckin Lookin for you, but you keep duckin I wanna find you, I gotta tell you somethin So just be quiet and don't say NUTTIN Mary Mary Mary why you out there stuntin? Supposed to be with me, but not you're FRONTIN We started out new, you used to be true Now you're buggin, what's wrong with you? "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [Run] Now.. This girl Mary I knew so well I met her on the road in a fly hotel High on the heels and never failed (Clubs and the pubs is where she dwelled) Story about Mary was well to tell She seemed to scheme for a dream to sell She spent a night locked in a cell I knew Mary well cause she +Raising Hell+ "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [D.M.C.] It's not Mary who was quite - contrary Talkin bout Mary who was always in a - hurry The things she needed were necessary She did not need, a busted cherry True and blue just like a blueberry Ask if she's crazy and I'll say very Livin in a house that's out on the prairie I worry about Mary cause Mary is scary! "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? |
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Now that I waxed the crowd I'm feeling proud and loud
Shoulda screamed on a sucker but I stepped and bowed Now that I'm back to 'tract I'll attack for fun Darryl Mack and ? is never wack or lack they call us [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form |
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| 3:13 |
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Reggae!
Rrrroots, rap, reggae! [Run] .. and we don't stop It's like that y'all, and then we're ready to play It's no jive, it's live, and it's reggae Roots, rap.. [D.M.C.] My homeboy Jay, don't scratch reg-gae So listen to Jam Master as the Master start to play (and when he go) just check the show (cause they scratchin with the) toe (and even his el)-bow! (HA!) Rrrroots, rap, reggae! [Yellowman] Stomp your feet, clap your hand At the microphone is King Yellowman In Jamaica, I'm the champ-i-on This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha, rip it Roots, rap, reggae! Hotta.. 'otta.. 'otta reggae music 'otta.. 'otta.. 'otta reggae music 'otta.. 'otta.. 'otta reggae music I know we know that reggae is sweet Reggae music is rap to de beat Clap your hands an' stomp your feet Roots, rap, reggae! Roots, rap.. [Run] Now party people I'm so happy, don't know what to do Cause I'm an MC with the rhyme, and down with the crew Rock from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo And every place that I play, I hear a YAY not a BOO And now a party not a party and a jam ain't a jam less D is who he be, and I am who I am Or Jay is just the DJ cuttin for the two And it's the three of us, baby and we're doin the do [Yellowman] Five plus five, equal to ten Everywhere I go I've got a lot of girlfriend Music is sweet, music is nice Yellow 'ave about twenty-four wife It's roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha Roots, rap, reggae! Don't drink alco-'ol, don't snort cocaine Reggae music is not so strange Know de cocaine will 'urt up your brain This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha HAH! Roots, rap, reggae! AIIIIYY SIAH! It's roots, rap, reggae! |
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| 5:38 |
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IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you buy a TV off the street You take it home, plug it in, BAM, you got beat IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you buy a house with all you got And the day you go to see it it's a vacant lot IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you come, to work late You have the key, to the office, and the boss had to wait IT'S NOT FUNNY - makin money on a regular basis and losing every dime, betting on the races IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you have a show and thousands come and your drummer bring the sticks, but forgets his drums IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you see, three cars you like and your pocket can only buy a three-speed bike IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY - when we got, on the wrong plane We wanted to go to L.A. - but we were headed for Spain IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you pull off an incredible caper You thought you got over - next day you're in the paper IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you leave your house without an umbrella Then it rains (hahahahaha) you're an unhappy fella IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! Ha hah.. IT'S NOT FUNNY - when you lie, and said that you prayed When the truth was revealed, you went to Hell anyway IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT FUNNY! It's.. IT'S NOT FUNNY! |
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I'm the.. I'm the.. I'm the.. I'm the..
[Chorus] "I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!" "I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!" "I'm the king of.." "rock", "I'm the king of.." <--> "rock" "I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!" "Soulllllll!" "rock and roll!" "Soulllllll!" "rock and roll!" "Soulllllll!" "rock and.." <--> "rock" "Rock" Rock the house! Gonna tell you bout a groove comin' from the heart Gonna make your body move, climbin' up the chart These ducks tryin' to prove that you got the art Better move better move better do your part Get busy, get a job, stop messin' around Say isn't this fly, how can he get down? Black bone to the hand givin' up the hug Crack known to the fans say no to drugs Gotta lotta ambitions, as I was told Now the heart stop wishin', 'fore you get old Gotta speech and teach, reach for your goal We the king here to bring with a lot of soul! [Chorus] that's crowned, to rule the sound Fly world renowned, from town to town My hat's my helmet, my mic's my sword My ?'s by the door so praise the lord Born a king, to rule this thing Treats are the beats that battles bring I can't be beat, I won't retreat Victory is sweet, so I defeat Like a slave I gave, the world I saved This is the hated and ungrateful tool that's raised Not to be cool, I rock and rule I'm crowned with a jewel cause I'm down to duel You bled from my blow, so know one thing That you gotta be strong and as real as the king [Chorus] king, means rated supreme From queens, never sellin' our dream It's D, Joe, that they don't know Our team yo, I am a pro Don't believe, me, you can go ask Joe Or go to see, Dee, nine times the dough Raise hell, yell, for eternity Run-D.M.C., k-i-n-g! [Chorus] |
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| 5:03 |
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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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| 4:19 |
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Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, ma'am"
Eatin filet mignon, lobster tails and crab He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude And then to put it to you straight he's crazy lazy and rude His temper's boiling hot, whether you like him or not Not to mention bout his mansion and his big ol' yacht He never gave me a dime or even spent, some time And that's why I had to cold write this rhyme about.. [Chorus] Jam Master scratch "papa was", Run-D.M.C. "papa crazy", "crazy" [Repeat x2] Now papa livin' like a rich man, up on the hill Yeah my daddy got a Caddy funky fresh Seville He got diamonds and furs, for his and hers And a cat, in the hat that just, chills and purrs Now he eats and grubs, and rocks beats at clubs While mama makin' nothin' while she sweeps, and rubs You want to know about his dough, how he got paid Well the last, that asked, got sprayed, and laid, because [Chorus] Papa hang with crazy people crazy times of the night Runnin round with crazy women but but that's alright, because [Chorus] Yo Run my papa was crazy, crazy as can be And my mama said that he left ME when I was three But my mama never told me he was out of his mind Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a dime He didn't care where he slept, or where his clothes were kept He was so in debt somebody broke his neck And on the day that papa died, they wrote on his grave That "Papa died a bum, but he died brave," because [Chorus] |
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| 5:31 |
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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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Kick off shoes, jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock His name is Jay and he's on his way To be the best DJ in the US of A J-a-y are the letters of his name Cutting and scratching are the aspects of his game So check out the Master as he cuts these jams And look at us with the mics in our hands Then take a count, 1 2 3 Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C. He's Jam Master Jay, the big beat blaster He gets better cause he knows he has to In '84 he'll be a little faster And only practice makes a real Jam Master We're live as can be but we're not singing the blues We got to tell all y'all the good news The good news is that there is a crew Not 5, not 4, not 3, just 2 2 MC's who are claiming the fame And all other things won't be the same Beacause it's about time for a brand new group Run-D.M.C. to put you up on the scoop We make the fly girls scream in ecstacy We rock the freshest rhymes at a party We put all the fellas in a daze It's everyone that we amaze And we got the master of a disco scratch There's not a break that he can't catch Jam Master Jay that is his name And all wild DJ's he will tame Behind the turntables is where he stands Then there is the movement of his hands So when asked who's the best, y'all should say: "Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay" Jam Master Jay is the one in charge It's up to him to rock beats that are truly large He is the master of the scratch and cut So move your arms, so move your legs So won't you move your butt We're not talking ground, we're not talking sky We're not talking low, we're not talking high We're not talking big, we're not talking small We want all of the people on off the wall We're not talking night, we're not talking day But we're talking bout Jam Master Jay |
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Peter Piper
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rapped rhymes. Humpty Dumpty fell down, that's his hard time. Jack B. Nimble, what, nimble, and he was quick, but Jam Master was faster, Jack saw Jay's dick. Now little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep and Rip van Winkle fell the hell asleep. And Alice stilled her hunger in Wonderland Jack [...] Jill busta in his hand. And Jam Master Jay is making out our sound, the turntables might wobble but they don't fall down. I got the juice and Mother Goose both did that thing. Jam Master's gettin' loose and DMC's the king. Cause he's adult entertainer, child educator, Jam Master Jay, king of the crossfader. He's the better of the best, best believe he's the baddest. Perfect timin' when I'm climbin', I'm rhymin' at fast. When he cuts, girls move their butts. His name is Jay, hear the play, he must be nuts. And on the mix, real quick, and I'd like to say he's not fat, but he's fast and his name is Jay! It goes a one, two, three and... Jay's like King Midas, as I was told, everything that he touched, turned to gold. He's the greatest of the great, get it straight he's great. Playing fame cause his name is known in every state. His name is Jay to see him play will make you say: "Goddamn, that DJ made my day!" Like the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, he's a maker, a breaker, and a title taker. Like the little old lady who lived in a shoe. If cuts were his, he would be you. I'm not lying, y'all, he's the best I know, and if I lie, my nose will grow like the little wooden boy named Pinochio, and you all know how the story goes! Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs. He's the big bad wolf and you're the three pigs. He's the big bad wolf in your neighbourhood, not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good! There it is... We're Run-DMC, got a beat to settle. D's not Hansel, he's not Gretel. Jay's a winner, not a beginner. His pocket gets fat, other get thinner. Jump on Jay like cows on moons, People take Jay like dish and spoon. Hands like all, first hails aim, you'll see Jay again my friend! Huh! |
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[Run] Unemployment at a record highs
People coming, people going, people born to die Don't ask me, because I don't know why But it's like that, and that's the way it is [D.M.C.] People in the world tryin to make ends meet You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet I said you got to work hard, you want to compete It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! [Run & D.M.C. alternate lines for the remainder of the song] Money is the key to end all your woes Your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows Won't you tell me the last time that love bought you clothes? It's like that, and that's the way it is Bills rise higher every day We receive much lower pay I'd rather stay young, go out and play It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! Wars going on across the sea Street soldiers killing the elderly Whatever happened to unity? It's like that, and that's the way it is Disillusion is the word That's used by me when I'm not heard I just go through life with my glasses blurred It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! You can see a lot in this lifespan Like a bum eating out of a garbage can You noticed one time he was your man It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is You should have gone to school, you could've learned a trade But you laid in the bed where the bums have laid Now all the time you're crying that you're underpaid It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! One thing I know is that life is short So listen up homeboy, give this a thought The next time someone's teaching why don't you get taught? It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is If you really think about it times aren't that bad The one that flexes with successes will make you glad Stop playing start praying, you won't be sad It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! When you feel you fail sometimes it hurts For a meaning in life is why you search Take the bus or the train, drive to school or the church It's like that, and that's the way it is Here's another point in life you should not miss Do not be a fool who's prejudiced Because we're all written down on the same list It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! You know it's like that, and that's the way it is Because it's like that, and that's the way it is (Repeat these lines til fade) |
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| 3:12 |
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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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Yeah, one two one two
And I say As we let the music play This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray From all the homeboys around the way So def it won't get an F Jay receives an A for his essay Spins til you're dizzy Born to get busy Is he the Jam Master? Isn't he, or is he? And my name is D.M.C. The K-I-N-G The car that I drive is called a Caddy The drink that I drink is called O.E. And I wear my glasses so I can see My homeboy right next to me His name is DJ Run Shoots a gift like a gun Slays suckers one by one Rather chill than kill Cause the killing's no fun So together forever Crew be tougher than leather We gonna slay the bad ones Until there are none Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee The K-I-N-G's of all M-I-see's Like Hercules, with rhymes like these Never crackin' not lackin' and I still pull G's Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad Who be less when they 'fess, against the test And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand So just a Bust a rhyme It's a must cause I'm Funky fresh, in the flesh AND YOU KNOW THE TIME Why don't ya, bust it son Cause I'm number one Just do it, pursue it Hit it Run! Yo I'm flowin' and showin' rocks knots and shockin' the mind I'm only chillin' and killin', so won't you check out the rhyme Meetin' greatin' and seatin', suckers all in a row Crashin' mashin' and bashin', my name is Run, call me Joe Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at home Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone Diggin' eyein' the crown, sellin' skills by the pound Makin breakin and takin' all of the suckers around Puttin' fear in the heart, at the top of the chart Stunning gunning and funning, cause Run's running this art DJ's facing the rage, never losing a show Cause when the set is a match, then they're ready to go Swervin' curvin' deservin', the grass grow everyday Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ? Full in effect, set comin' correct Yet gainin' respect, still breakin' a neck I'm coolin' and chillin', not foolin' with illin' On the mission it's thrillin', and I'll make a killin' My higher desire, go high and then fly ya Makes me the messiah, I'll never retire I'm spankin' and bankin', high rankin' and skankin' Improvising, surprising, I'm rising and flaking My boys on the side, the front and the back A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl Mack Not workin' for free, pocket full with a G And they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?" On the go with Joe, makin' pay with Jay All day, why? Cause I'm livin' that way One wonders, what? How it gets done I hear questions, from who? From everyone I'm cool.,I broke the rule Breakin' all but laws, when I break fool Cause I'm the man.. that was born to rule Every girl in the world, and make them drool It's easy to be, it's easy to D It's easy to G, it's easy to me Want to know how I do it, got a goal, I pursue it Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you knew it The answers, from questions, I'm tellin' to thee Cause they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?" |
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| 11. |
| 4:23 |
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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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| 12. |
| 2:41 |
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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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| 5:30 |
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Tenement buildings, and skyscrapers
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! 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 You're blind! (2X) And you can't see You need to wear some glasses like D.M.C. You're blind! So you think the facts means you can't win So you devote your time to a life of sin |
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| 6:34 |
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[Run] Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run [DMC] And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want to see An emcee (like D) inside the place (to be) [both] And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay [Run] I'm Run the A [DMC] D the Deuce [both] and Jay's the Tre' {*Jam Master Jay cuts*} [Run] I'm the rapper of the year and this the year of the rap And I'm never drinkin beer, it's champagne at the tap And I'm cold makin money on a regular basis Pullin out, knockin sucker MC faces Travel round the world with my mind at ease No Calvin Klein, just wearin Lee's Got credit in countries I've never been cause the records I write are in the top ten The top of the chart, is where I stay but I also chill, around the way In Hollis, Queeens, is where I stop On the streets with the beats is where I walk [D.M.C.] When I perform, many hearts I warm I'm better known, as the Quiet Storm I don't talk too much but I got beef When I kill MC's, I cause grief Devestating mic control is my main goal My name is Darryl, and his name is (Joe) The Master of music his name is Jay Leave us alone, and let us play We give it up, and turn it loose We're not like Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose Sucker MC's like punks who are picking flowers Go for yours, WE WENT FOR OURS! {*Jam Master Jay cuts*} [both] Start at 3, end at 6 Jam Master Jay is on the mix [DMC] For all the young ladies [Run] and all the chicks [DMC] We got all of the girls [Run] on our tips [DMC] Don't buy gold lighters [Run] only Bic's [DMC] Rock all microphones [Run] just for kicks [D.M.C.] Sucker MC's I will be snuffin In my pocket I'll keep on stuffin When I say I'll beat em up I won't be bluffin They can't beef cause that ain't nothin But it don't matter, my pocket gets fatter I got more hats than the Mad Hatter [Run] Well I'm the rapper with the mic, drive a Caddy not a bike Drop a rhyme in your face, and you'll damn sure like He's an MC with the rhyme know the day and the time Never ever goin low, cause he only climb (And Jay's the DJ with the) cut (move your arm) and your butt So D take the mic, huh hah [D.M.C.] Say what? I will not stop, I will not quit Because some at the top but I'm on the tip That's as high on the top as you can get And you best believe, I'll be on it So before you decide, to try me out I'm gonna let you all know what I'm all about I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way to be an MC with the most to say And to all those out there, that don't know me I go by the name of D. M. C. In the place to be, I will MC The Master of the Ceremony cause it's easy to D Control of the mic, is so devestating that all other rappers you will soon be hating No matter what race, creed or color when we pull forward things don't get duller! {*Jam Master Jay cuts for the rest of the song*} |
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| 3:35 |
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Ayo man, can we see them mics man? [Run] One two, one two, and I say... [D.M.C.] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill That's right y'all, we're not just rough, we're more than tough And when it comes to rhymes, we got enough [Run] It's like that y'all, and we don't stop the body rock Now it's together (forever) forever (together) Run-D.M.C. and we're tougher than leather We're making and breaking and snatching and taking The deal's for real we could never be faking [D.M.C.] I'm chilling, he's cooling, I'm a king that's ruling Preach and teach and always schooling [Run] See, we're learning, and earning, the tables keep turning To be like us, you could cold be yearning Pulsating dominating up above Cold chilling and I'm willing, the name's Run-Love [D.M.C.] Creating devastating in the place to be Full of soul and mic control because it's easy to "D" [Run] Beat making, never faking, chilling all of the time For playing rhyme saying, I get mine [D.M.C.] No way to rock me, no way to stop me It's seems quite shocking to those that mock me And that's not all, MC's have the gall To pray and plan for my downfall But I'm not running, I'm just stunning Smart not stupid cause I'm so cunning MC's regret it, I'm upsetting My recitals take titles and titles I'm betting [Run] Like that y'all, so just keep above See my name is DJ Run, they call me Run-Love Creative creator, creating the rhyme Devastating devastator not doing a crime Making beats every day, and I get mine The biggest star going far, so check the shine Big winner, not a sinner when I do my thing I might have a sling or a fling cause I'm down with the king Biggest rap no crap, I do not sing You want a show, let me know, just give me your ring Like that y'all, we're just keeping it on D.M.C. my man, to the break of dawn rock [D.M.C.] I'm ill, I chill, with skill I kill And none of my rhymes are run of the mill I cause grief, I'm chief, there is no beef And if there's beef I knock out teeth MC's act dumb, they know where I'm from The King from Queens and I'm down with Run [Run] I take a stand my man, and I won't sit Cause I'm the real deal, like Coke is it Then you won't find my name in the yellow page Cause Run only speaks when it's on the stage I got a rhyme in line that's easy to find With a sketch so check, so one of a kind Got two MC's and one DJ Grab at least 20 G's when we play So D.M.C. my boy, my mellow my man So get on the mic and won't you take the stand [D.M.C.] My rock is hard, you can't pull my card I'm a shining star, shining near and far Shining like the sun on a day of fun Always on the move cause I'm down with Run I'm the cool and calm, I'm the calm and cool I'm not a fool, I went to school My name is D.M.C. I tell no lie And I graduated from Cooley High I am the only rapper who will not die I'm a greusome guy, and you can try To battle D.M.C. but you must be high |
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| 2:42 |
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I, woke up this morning got ready to roll
Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold Applied long johns with Adidas not matching I called up Jam Master cause I knew he was scratching (Whassup?) Jay to the telly music, loud as hell He said, "Hold up Run," *DING DONG*, "it's the bell!" Jay to the door as he leaves the cut For his eyes a surprise, "D.M.C. whassup?" I need a little help Jay, I got a little problem A guy like yourself, maybe you can help me solve em I only want to know why this happens all the time (What?) Everywhere I go, I start to rap and rhyme I rock them in the day (yeah you rock em every night) I rock em when I left so def I knew something was wrong (alright) I rhyme when I am sleeping, I rhyme when I'm awake When I was nine I said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake I just came from the bank (you said a rhyme?) A rhyme so funny A song about the line so long they all gave me their money That's why I came to you, you're my friend (yes that is true) Said maybe Jay knows what to say, he'll tell me what to do.. Hmmmm, yo you go get Joe, and all the rhymes you made And we'll go to the bank, and we call get paid! Cruisin' down the block, in the sixty-six Olds Girls are on the jock like the ride was a Rolls Feelin' kinda great, got change for the toll Suckers gotta wait, that's your fate, poor soul Heard you on the records and I heard you on the tapes Stop, switch the conversation over to grapes, because You're not bustin' none, so stop fussin' son You're not down with Rush, they call us Russ and Run Since that's the company, you won't be chumpin' me Here's the man, ask that fan (Run big brother D!) |
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| 3:15 |
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<i>[Run]</i>
You know I'm proud to be black y'all and that's a fact y'all And if you try to take what's mine I take it back y'all - it's like that Licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-licki-licki- Listen party people here's a serious song It's right not wrong, I should say right on I gotta tell you somethin that you all should know It's not a mystery it's history and here's how it go Now Hariett Tubman, was born a slave She was a tiny black woman, when she was raised She was livin to be givin there's a lot that she gave There's not a slave, in this day and age I'm proud to be <i>[D.M.C.]</i> Black, god damn, I'm tired my man Don't worry bout what color I am Because I'll show you how ill, this man can act It could never be fiction cause it is all fact And if you get in my way, I will not turn back I'm proud of my name, my name is Darryl Mack I'm black and I'm proud, and I'll say it out loud I'll share my story with the whole crowd, AUUUGHH! <i>[Run-D.M.C.]</i> You know I'm proud to be black y'all and that's a fact y'all And if you try to take what's mine I take it back y'all - it's like that <i>[Run]</i> DJ Run, and I run these things You can hear it loud and clear like when the schoolbell rings Like Martin Luther King, I will do my thing I'll say it in a rap cause I do not sing <i>[D.M.C.]</i> D.M.C., the man, that's causin the beef I got a message for the world so listen up it's brief Like Malcolm X said I won't turn the right cheek Got the strength to go the length, if you wanna start beef Start beef! <i>[Run-D.M.C.]</i> You know I'm proud to be black y'all and real brave y'all And motherfucker I could never be a slave y'all So take that!! <i>[Run]</i> We're gonna tell ya somethin put your mind in a swirl God bless the next baby that comes in this world The world's full of hate discrimination and sin People judgin other people by the color of skin I'll attack this matter, in my own way Man, I ain't no slave, I ain't reelin no hay Written a deposition, in any condition Don't get in my way cause I'm full of ambition I'm proud to be black (and I ain't takin no crap) I'm fresh out the pack (and I'm proud to be black) SO TAKE THAT!! <i>[Run-D.M.C.]</i> There was a man - an inventor - who invented so well He invented a fortune - for a man named Bell George Washington Carver, made the peanut great Showed any man with a mind, could create You read about Malcolm X - in the history text Jesse Owens broke records, Ali broke necks What's wrong with ya man? How can you be so dumb? LIKE DR. KING SAID, WE SHALL OVERCOME! |
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| 2:59 |
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Now that I waxed the crowd, I'm feeling proud and loud
Shoulda screamed on a sucker, but I stepped and bowed Now that I'm back to 'tract, I'll attack for fun Darryl Mack and ? is never wack or lack they call us [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form "Run, D.M.C."] [D.M.C.] I'm strapped with rap when I attack, I'm stunning Darrly Mack on track and I'm off, and running Don't sneak this peak, because I keep, on taking the lead with speed, and records keep, on breaking I pop and drop, all opp-osition and pop hip-hop, cause I'm the top, position I ill and chill, cause my skill, is super For a mill I thrill, but I'm still, a trooper I'll slay and stay til there are none So romance and dance and prance, a to the chants of [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form "Run, D.M.C."] [Run] Well I stomp and chomp, all comp-etition Make break and take you cold on, a mission Raise hell, excel, and tell you, who's winning I'm boss, you lost, before the game, first inning Let's go and flow, to the rhymes, I'm saying Cause it's fun for Run to see the crowd, obeying Mic be checking I'm wrecking we're never second to none So let's snap and clap and tap, to the to the rap of [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form "Run, D.M.C."] [D.M.C.] I'm not the king because (cause) I sell the most I just bring the laws (laws) cause I'm the host I got a crown I wear (R: So what it mean?) I rule I come to town they stare (R: Cause D.M.C.) is cool ? because, the crowd, is on it Drop this beat and pause, the tables are turning Break backs on track and I can even act So max, relax, new jacks, and get the facts from [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form "Run, D.M.C."] [Run-D.M.C.] They call us on the phone They call us all alone They call us where we roam They call us when we're home They call us up to par They call us in our cars They call us in the bars They call us superstars! They call us [Jam Master Jay cuts up various samples to form "Run, D.M.C."] "Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay..." |
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