• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Walk This Wayrdmc - Run-D.M.C.
• School of Old - Run-D.M.C.
• What's it All About - Run-D.M.C.
• Simmons Incorporated - Run-D.M.C.
• Together Forever (Live At Hollis Park '84) - Run-D.M.C.
• The Ave. - Run-D.M.C.
• Sucker D.J.'s - Run-D.M.C.
• Sucker MC's * - Run-D.M.C.
• Rock Box - Run-D.M.C.
• Rock The House - Run-D.M.C.
• Raising Hell - Run-D.M.C.
• Queens Day - Run-D.M.C.
• Peter Piper - Run-D.M.C.
• P Upon a Tree - Run-D.M.C.
• Livin' In The City - Run-D.M.C.
• Naughty - Run-D.M.C.
• King of Rock - Run-D.M.C.
• Jay's Game - Run-D.M.C.
• It's Like That (Run-D.M.C. vs. Jason Nevins) - Run-D.M.C.
• Is It Live - Run-D.M.C.
• In The House - Run-D.M.C.
• I'm Not Going Out Like That - Run-D.M.C.
• How'd Ya Do it Dee - Run-D.M.C.
• Hit Em Hard - Run-D.M.C.
• Groove to the Sound - Run-D.M.C.
• For 10 Years - Run-D.M.C.
• Here We Go (Live At Hollis Park) - Run-D.M.C.
• Don't Stop - Run-D.M.C.
• Darryl and Joe (Krush-Groove 3) - Run-D.M.C.
• Down With the King - Run-D.M.C.
• Can I Get it, Yo - Run-D.M.C.
• Come On Everybody - Run-D.M.C.
• Bob Your Head - Run-D.M.C.
• Big Willie - Run-D.M.C.
• Ay Papi - Run-D.M.C.
• Ahhh - Run-D.M.C.
• You're Blind - Run-D.M.C.
• You Be Illin' - Run-D.M.C.
• Walk This Way - Run-D.M.C.
• Wake Up! - Run-D.M.C.
• The School Of Old - Run-D.M.C.
• Penthouse Ad - Run-D.M.C.
• Graffiti Rock Freestyle - Run-D.M.C.
• Bounce - Run-D.M.C.
• Tougher Than Leather - Run-D.M.C.
• Mary Mary - Run-D.M.C.
• Hard Times - Run-D.M.C.
• It's Tricky - Run-D.M.C.
• Jam Master's Jammin' - Run-D.M.C.
• Dumb Girl - Run-D.M.C.
• Get Open - Run-D.M.C.
• Here We Go 2001 - Run-D.M.C.
• You Talk Too Much - Run-D.M.C.
• Wreck Shop - Run-D.M.C.
• Word is Born - Run-D.M.C.
• What's Next - Run-D.M.C.
• Together Forever (krush-groove 4) - Run-D.M.C.
• To the Maker - Run-D.M.C.
• Three Little Indians - Run-D.M.C.
• They Call Us Run-D.M.C. - Run-D.M.C.
• Them Girls - Run-D.M.C.
• The Kings (D generation X Theme) - Run-D.M.C.
• Take The Money And Run - Run-D.M.C.
• Soul to Rock and Roll - Run-D.M.C.
• Son of Byford - Run-D.M.C.
• Run's House - Run-D.M.C.
• Roots, Rap, Reggae - Run-D.M.C.
• Rock Show - Run-D.M.C.
• Ragtime - Run-D.M.C.
• Radio Station - Run-D.M.C.
• Proud to be Black - Run-D.M.C.
• Perfection? - Run-D.M.C.
• Pause - Run-D.M.C.
• PARTY TIME - Run-D.M.C.
• Papa Crazy - Run-D.M.C.
• Ooh, Whatcha Gonna Do - Run-D.M.C.
• Not Just Another Groove - Run-D.M.C.
• My Adidas - Run-D.M.C.
• Miss Elaine - Run-D.M.C.
• Hit it Run - Run-D.M.C.
• Me Myself & My Microphone - Run-D.M.C.
• Live At The Apollo Raw Vocal Commercial - Run-D.M.C.
• Let's Stay Together (Together Forever) - Run-D.M.C.
• Kick the Frama Lama Lama - Run-D.M.C.
• Jam Master Jay - Run-D.M.C.
• It's Over - Run-D.M.C.
• It's Not Funny - Run-D.M.C.
• It's Like That - Run-D.M.C.
• Hollis Crew (Krush-Groove 2) - Run-D.M.C.
• Ghostbusters - Run-D.M.C.
• Faces - Run-D.M.C.
• D-generation X Theme 'the Kings' - Run-D.M.C.
• Crown Royal - Run-D.M.C.
• Crack (demo) - Run-D.M.C.
• Christmas In Hollis - Run-D.M.C.
• Can You Rock It Like This - Run-D.M.C.
• CAN I GET A WITNESS - Run-D.M.C.
• Beats to the Rhyme - Run-D.M.C.
• Back From Hell - Run-D.M.C.
• 30 Days - Run-D.M.C.

Walk This Way
Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith
[Run-D.M.C.]
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 cheer/leader
That's a real big/pleaser
As far as I can remi/nisce
But the best thing/love it
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
Chorus: Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith
She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
(repeat 2X)
(repeat all 2X)
Well just gimme a kiss/some head!
Oooh, a-like this!
[Run-D.M.C.]
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 D
I was high school/loser
Never made it with a/lady
Til a boy 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
[Aerosmith]
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 miss 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
Chorus

Now the things I do make me a star
and you could be too if you know who you are
Like a bum on the corner big boy in the car (car)
see the ki ki Kid Rock with the Bawitdaba
we hard as raw, what you saw is law
Once again my friend, it's Dj Run on tour
like Dj Run's his name and Kid Rock is his
He's DMC, it's like that, and that's the way it is
Beats get ya open my voice is just like a hurra..
Cain comin' vainin' and feignin' and rainin' terror
Those doing shows they knows I go over
Hoes even chose to pose, but get runover
I comes to see the three, and it's plenty
Jay's running DMC, that's what their puttin'
Never been a time like this that's so vital
I'm the King of Rock 'cause that's my title
Then take a count, 1, 2, 3...
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
You see, I want respect, and if I'm correct
Then you're all like a ball that I have checked
And the shots that they take have no effect
Some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
'Cause I rock harder, and I roll farther
You wanna battle Kid Rock, bitch don't bother
To waste your time, messin' with my rhyme
The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
Fire, flames, my name is worldwide
When we yes yes y'all, we rock it all night
To other emcees doin' rock n roll (roll)
It's Run-DMC, Kid Rock patrol
DJ Run 'til I'm done, DMC's the soul
Got MTV on yo' 'mote control (control)
Platinum, platinum can't mess with gold
We never let go of the mic's we hold
Our joints get played, cuts deluxe a la mode
DMC spittin' flames while your jams is cold
Over 30 million records worldwide we sold
Daryl Mac, JMJ, and my name is Joe
The other emcees know about the show
Hooked the turntables up to the telephone pole
Rock a rhyme 99 'til it's time to go
'Cause before long, DJ Run got a rhyme to flow
I come from a school that they call the old
DMC stands for Devasting Mic Control
I come from a school that they call the old
We never let go of the mic's we hold
I come from a school that they call the old
Over 30 million records worldwide we sold
I come from a school that they call the old
It's Run-DMC, Kid Rock patrol (patrol patrol patrol...)
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
I come from a school that they call the old
dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum
You see, I want respect, and if I'm correct
Then you're all like a ball that I have checked
And the shots that they take have no effect
Some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
'Cause I rock harder, and I roll farther
You wanna battle Kid Rock, bitch don't bother
To waste your time, messin' with my rhyme
The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind

[Run] I would like to throw "Rock Box" in the start of this one..
[Jam Master Jay obliges with the cut.. "Run.. Dee.. Run.. D.. M.. C.." "Here we go again!" -> Chuck D]
"What's it all about?" [4X with stutter repeats]
[Run]
Livin in the city - the crack the mack and all that
Easy does it, is it was it
the black or white that Friday night
in those racist places - let's get it right
Ah to the maximum, and keep askin 'um
when the city gonna fix where the BLACKS are from
And every day around the way another one got
bucked in his head - from a gunshot
No chance in advance for the ambulance
Cause he was just another victim of the circumstance
A brother died, the mother cried, it was a pity
But that's how it goes down when you're livin in the city
[Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples]
[D.M.C.]
Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock
in the metropolis there's no stoppin this
Can't agree with society poppin this
Disagree with the plea when they coppin it
Some men pretend the end will come soon
They gather what they can and them BOOM
You played yourself, you made your wealth;
the deal was dealt - now your health is in question
Three Card Molly, hoodlums - who are we?
Pollution, prostitution, In God We -
- need a solution, revolution, substitution
for the thing's that we're abusing
Pity the city, for the people livin out on the streets
Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat
There's no progress for the rest
God bless for less
[Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples]
[musical breakdown]
[Run] What it is?
[DMC] What's it all about?
[Run] Whassup G?
[DMC] What it be?
[Run] How you livin HOMELESS PROBABLY
Mandela's free
[DMC] and they're rollin with D
[both] In history you cannot see em like they cannot see me
[Run] The Berlin Wall
[DMC] It all had to fall
[Run] They said no but..
[Jay] "Yo!" "Yes y'all!"
[Run] The people that spoke were never provoked
and now it's tumblin down
Freedom of speech for each
[DMC] Now how that sound?
[Run] Try to stop me from sayin what I want to say
My funky rhyme I never quit until the break of day
NOW HERE WE GO as I flow and show and kick
[DMC] Infor-mation, teach and ? reach inside the nation
and be a.. SEER CAUSE I'M REASON WITH RUN
[Run] And now that the point is out
Let the jam slam my man and tell me
what's it all about?
[Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples]
[musical breakdown]
[D.M.C.]
I flex my muscle, what I must do
is bumrush you, FUCK YOU I'll crush you
The Ku Klux Klan is fucked up
And every good man'll understand
Beginnin and winnin, from the first fuckin vocal
I spoke to you, I ain't no joke to you
I do what I want to do
If you don't like what me and my crew is doin then FUCK YOU
What I do and what I done with Jay and Run
None could ever become, to sum it up bum..
get off my DICK and out my KINGDOM
(Yo yo D tell em where you're from)
Straight from Hollis, Queens
I'm still eatin collard greens and I'm doin the same things
I ain't never goin out suckers..
punk motherfuckers!
What's it all about?

Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
Now speed it up, uh
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now wanna make ya go live, live
Now hold up
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins here
This sport's extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!!
Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
Cracks, in the cradle
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah
I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K.

[D.M.C.]
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

[D.M.C.]
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man
I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in
Understand you're fuckin up, fuckin up the block
Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops
What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming
Everybody's ?? when I see men dealing
for a rhyme or rope, or a dime of coke
Sometimes I rhyme when I'm crying broke
Many many many records broke laws, broke jaws
A few months ago I had to "Pause"
During that time, me and my man
was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands
A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot
It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shot
I seen him drop - then came the cops
Sayin, "Nobody run - everybody stop"
I wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gun
Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nine
Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop said
Everyone complied, except Bald Dread, he said,
"Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat
Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'im Darryl Mack"
I turned around and said, "Word up cop!"
He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block"
If it happened to him, it could happen to you
cause that's what's happenin on The Avenue
when I.. "uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh.."
"Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave."
[Run]
Now on The Ave. (what?) people steal and they dealin away
I got the feelin the illin will never ever pay
Cause on the street, you're never in the fast lane
You go to jail or get a bullet in your brain
People laugh and smile at a stick-up
A young man in a rut, shakin a big cup
People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck"
To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up
A loud shot in the air - not rare
A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares
You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh
Nobody give a damn, that's how they livin on The Ave.
... AUUUGH!
[D.M.C.]
Away from The Ave. they have what's called the backstreets
Another world of girls that crawl the backseats
Systems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats
(This and that goin on ?? street)
I remember the time there was a jam in ??
??, the music, no ?? til after dark
That's when the shit starts happening
(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
And the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs spark
The crowd crowds around like they found Noah's Ark
The young, hung, and swung on a swing
Glidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-ling
I didn't see a kid by the see, so he saw
(Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore)
I'm throwin fate to the gate ??
(And my man from Japan got vicked for sure)
Do me a favor when you roll with your crew

[D.M.C.]
And you say..
As we go, with the rhyme flow
Just to let you know, Darryl and Joe
Featuring DJ Jam Master Jay
All the motherfuckin way
One time, just to blow your mind
And this is how we do it, just for the people
Sucker D.J.'s are really crazy clowns
Clowns - cold clockin clowns
When will they learn that they had by the pounds
Pounds - cold clockin pounds
Sucker D.J.'s bite our lines up all damn day
All - all damn day
Sucker D.J.'s that's on Jam Master Jay
Uhh ahh ahh uhh ahh ahh
Jam Master.. aiyyo..
The crew is here with you, a check it out y'all
Jam Master.. ah tell me
What the fuck you gonna do

[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)

Yo Jay, tell em' who the hell we are man!
Run.. (Run..) D.. (D) M.. (M) C.. (C)
All the way live!
For you! (for you.. for you..)
Funkyyyy Fresh (fresh.. fresh..)
It’s like that y’all, we don’t stop, tell em’ D, c'mon!
Throw your hands in the air,
And wave em' like you jus' don't care!
And if you’re ready for Run (DMC) somebody say 'oh yeah'!
(Oh yeah!)
Oh yeah!
(Oh yeah!)
And we won't stop, cos we don't stop this Hollis rock,
Everybody SCREAM!
For all you sucker MC's perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
You're the kinda guy that girl ignored (what you drivin'?)
I'm drivin' Caddy, you fixin' a Ford (what's your name?)
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
So Jay ...
[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!
[Run]
We got all the lines
[D.M.C]
And all the rhymes
[Run]
We don't drop dimes
[D.M.C]
And we don't do crimes
[Run]
We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
[D.M.C]
And we never wear the pants they call the Calvin Klein's
[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.]
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..

[Run]
And this is the way..
we rock the house!
Ha hah..
Ya don't..
Ya can't..
and I don't..
ya don't stop!
D.. M.. C..
Huh..
[D.M.C.]
I'm the King of Rock, there is none higher..
Sire!
To burn my kingdom, FIRE..
Re-TIRE..
[Run]
Now we rock the party, and come correct..
BREAK!
Now we crash through walls..
The CEILING!
[Run] On the tape
[DMC] We're fresh out the box
[Run]
And this is the way..
we rock the house!
NOT..
Never.. ever..
Huh..
Ha hah..
Hah!
Yah..
Get it right boy..
[DMC] Sure shot..
[Run]
And this is the way..
we rock the house!
And that's the way.. yeah..
[DMC] Supreme..
Fever!
[Run] Born to talk..
Take a walk..
[DMC] Back up..
[Run] Step off!
Punk.. frontin..
[DMC] Bad..
[Run] B-Boys! .. B-Girls! ..
[DMC] Tough..
[Run] City.. ?? .. ha hah, ha hah

[Run-D.M.C.]
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
We're raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings
The king will be praised, and hell will be raised
S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be fazed
So what's your name? D.M.C.! The King is me!
Your High-ness, or His Majesty!
Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate
But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great!
Dissin all devils, causin havoc in HELL
At a very high level base and treble shall YELL
Heard in the heavens are the sounds supreme
So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen
So loud like a cloud with thunder and LIGHTNING
So proud to the crowd it is somewhat FRIGHTENING
No calm in the storm like a beast unleashed
There's no stoppin cause the rockin cannot cease; BREAK!
[Run]
You see it's harder than hard, not one bit soft
Courageous and contagious so you better break North
Not a cold, on a roll, did you hear me cough?
Just listen while I'm dissin cause you're pissin me off
Cold bedding is spreading all across your face
You can't take when I break and if that's the case
I'll go on, and on, and kick the bass
So back up off the cup while I take my taste
[D.M.C.]
It's highly appraised when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that you all stand dazed
The unbelieving receiving prophecy so true
I cut the head off the Devil and I throw it at you
My mighty mic control, already brought his soul
The rock king is so bold when he rocks and roll
A black hat is my crown, symbolizin the sound
Signifyin, we won't play around; BUST IT!
[Run]
Rappin and climbin beat-makin every day
No synthesizer sound, so silence when I say
I am great, get it straight, cause that's my fate
My name is Run I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is J he's here to play, and win this race
He's off the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
[D.M.C.]
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by D
I don't sing I bring, much delight
Like a star shinin bright in the darkest night
If you are cold, I'll bring you heat
Like I brought the whole world my funky beat
Mysterious and serious I ain't no joke
Fire from the depths of hell AND YOU CAN SMELL THE SMOKE!
[Run]
Kickin and tickin while you're havin a ball
Like chicken finger lickin I'll be vickin you all
So do the bird, have you heard, did they give you a call
Just me and D.M.C., cold shakin the walls
[D.M.C.]
There's no fearin when hearin sound of this kind
Across the land every man is goin out of his mind
On the face of the earth spreadin like disease
Contaminating infiltrating like a horde of bees
[Run-D.M.C.]
Lord of lyrics, duke of discussion
Ruler of rock, your king at cold-crushin
Puller of people - controller of crowds
Lingering lyrics all lasting and loud
[Run]
Left y'all, ah to the left y'all
because I rock upon the mike real def y'all
[D.M.C.]
And to the right y'all, ah to the right y'all
because I rock upon the mike all night y'all
[Run]
You see, I..
[D.M.C.]
.. want respect, if I'm correct
They're all like a ball that I have checked
And the shots they take have no effect
The pope try to dope but he broke his neck
Cause I rock harder, and I get farther
You wanna battle D hey please don't bother
To waste your time, messin with my rhyme
The only kick you get out of is in the behind!

With the Kings of rock now, nigga
Know what I mean?
Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave.
Queen's Queen's Queen's
yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy
Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave.
Q-B-O-R-O nigga
Yo, from the days of encore
Niggers hung around blocks and corner stores
Huggin' gold chains of fantasies rushing the door
Niggers from Rochdale, poppin' shells snatching rings
Fly from sure kings from Queens press the one-eighteen
I have my eyes open stepping out into the world
So fiendish, Old English till I earl, growing pains
a young kid learning early how to know the game
USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques
Clean streets, hustlers, crack, cocaine
Getting back by throwing block parties and basketball games
A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave
Fast to change, high rollers was living,
Until the taskforce came
A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies
So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me
These are the old-timers, they who taught us
How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters
With your flow, and I'm proud to be all that I know
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga who I'd die for, survive war
How we came a long way in solidarity
Don't let nothing try to spoil this day
To Run, D and Jay is love and my thugs salute
Cause real love is the only thing that comes above this loot
Carhard jeans that makes me think of LL's troops
Let's celebrate it's Queens day this one's for you
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, Queens....
Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough
But three teens from Queens take over the world and never let go
Just regular cats you know, that just happened to blow
Not synonymous with Hollis Jay, Darryl and Joe
Ayo we made it so that others can grow
Look at LL, A Tribe Called Quest , mam and Nas let's go
Ain't taking credit be showing pride look at us now
Got haters mouths all opened wide wondering how
In some cases the only thing that father and son
Have in common, is their love for Run
Been the illest since day one, too advanced to ever be caught
Who's more legendary than me? That's what I thought
And if somebody want to test mine, yo watch this:
Peter Piper picked pepper:
See, I knew you knew the next line, and I bet you said it
Just spend a minute, I'm still the king of the world
So don't forget it:
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga, who I die for
This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark
We grew up on Old English, summertime Roy with this park
used to be the shit While they had to stop
on the Ave niggas looting all the jewelry spots
Kicked the shirt kegs for ewe everybody stopped
Let it match my cork tests nights
Niggas getting raw, get the back door
Coming out with bags, we used to get our go fronts
From Eddy's gold caps, whatcha know about that
I bet the whole Queens go around 86th with the Chrome bash crew
The young guns and laws voice made the new scream
Create Death story two
The story is true, so let's party for the furor we say
And everybody come outside, cause it's Queens day kid
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga
make it, make it seem easy
Queens day
Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga

Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down that's his hard time
Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick
But Jam Master cut faster Jack's on Jay's dick
Now Little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep
And Rip van Winkle fell the hell asleep
And Alice chillin somewhere in Wonderland
Jack's servin Jill a bucket in his hand
And Jam Master Jay's making out our sound
The turntables might wobble but they don't fall down
Now Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose both did their thing
But Jam Master's gettin loose and D.M.C.'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 a rhymin apparatus
Lot of guts
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 Flash but he's fast and his name is Jay
Jay's like King Midas as I was told
Everything that he touched turned to gold
He's the greatest of the greater 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
God damn 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 kids he would be you
Not lyin y'all he's the best I know
And if I lie my nose will grow
Like a little wooden boy named Pinocchio
And you all know how the story go
Tricks are for kids he plays much gigs
He's a big bad wolf and you're the three pigs
He's a big bad wolf in your neighborhood
Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good
We're Run-D.M.C. got a beef to settle
D's not Hansel he's not Gretel
Jay's a winner
Not a beginner
His pockets get fat others get thinner
Jump on Jay like cows jump moons
People chase Jay like dish and spoon
And like all fairy tales end

[Run]
Yo Dee let's break out we late man, hurry up
[DMC]
Alright man let's go to Poppa Ken's, get some 40-dogs man
Aiyyo man pull over! [tires squeal]
[Run]
What for? [car door]
[DMC]
I gotta take a piss man
[D.M.C.]
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree, right
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree..
I pee upon a tree because I drink too much Olde E
And not time, for pee, to come out, on me, so I
I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree, right
I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree.. (buk buk buk)
The people walk by and say, "Aiyy D.M.C.!"
"No no, no no, yo bro it is not me." right?
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree, right

livin in the.. livin in the.. livin in the.. livin in the ci-tayyyy!
(This what happens in the city e'ryday)
[Run-D.M.C.] The city..
c-c-livin in the ci-tayyyy!
[Run-D.M.C.] The ci..
c, ci-c, ci-c-c-c-c-ci-tayyyy!
[D.M.C.]
From the city, although it ain't pretty
And times gettin down to the nitty gritty
The city busy, traffic tragic
Magic graphic ain't nuttin to laugh at
Poverty, robbery, larceny
Problems to me so don't bother me
with the drugs thugs I ain't got no time for that
I'm too busy tryin to get another brother's, pockets fat
Stay the fuck in school, cool learn the rule
Knowledge to fuel the brain the tool
I kick info just to let you know
the rhyme gonna show you how far you can go
in the city
L-li-li-la-li, li-li-livin in the ci-tayyyy!
The ci-tayyyy!

[D.M.C.]
And I say.. the brother's about to get naughty!
Rockin you on down.. to the last.. STOP!
[Run]
See them on the corner, scheamin a scam
Makin plans beat the man that'll put him in ?amb's?
Cut for the loot to group, hit a troop or bank
No thanks to the brothers in blue
Freeze stay at ease, nigga get to your knees
Seen cash in the back, about a hundred G's
Step to the next, got a scam with checks
Cold stole a bankroll from plenty of ?? then
up to The Ave., a cab to the lab
to make a stop to drop off the money in the bag
and then send a friend that's been down
to do a job to rob a brother in town
Livin and givin a damn, two different things
The brother dig diamond rings
It's not about makin the money, but the money is taken
Shake em down, flip em out, then break em
He'll break a leg, to get the money
A diggy diggy don't forget he'll break a law, seen
Ain't a damn thing funny bout a nigga named Sonny
but the brother's about to get naughty
The brother's about to get naughty! [4X]
[D.M.C.]
Starin and tearin in my direction
Selection is vexin, I brought protection
Suspicious, frisk us, ? has to diss us
Scoldin and holdin me 'gainst my wishes
Searchin my ride, my body, my soul
Tryin to find some kind of substance control
Maybe someone is carryin a gun
No, nothing, no one has none
Gloomy and sorry when I come clean
Yo officer, what does this mean?
My system is loud and I draw a crowd
Not only King, I'm black and I'm proud
This ride is mine, do you mind if I own
So stop tryin to rob mines and leave me alone
The officer said I saw you before
comin out the door of a grocery store
I said to my partner there goes a man
and he's got a trouble starter, inside his hand
My man Eric Blam said stop on the cops
And then what the Blam said, you're sure to get shot
Now they ignore me cause you saw me with a 40
He thought the brothers were about to get naughty
The brother's about to get naughty! [4X]
[Run]
How ya livin on the ill side, makin a livin
driven, never givin a damn about the women and
if this is life, your wife, you're livin trife
For spite you hit the pipe every night and just fight
You're naughty, make a girl get physical
She get loose for juice and then you diss her
Pull and take another girl on a escapade
A trip around the world a what a mess you made
Another lady, gravy, maybe you're crazy
You see ?? today, you don't faze me
but gettin kinda hectic on the power tip
A brother gotta pay no matter how it get
Face the facts, base the crack,
taste the stacks last, and these suckers are back
So when you see the company that claim to be
the truth you done get raw, see
Check out the three, Run-D.M.C.
and the brothers about to get naughty!
The brother's about to get naughty! [4X]
Open up the door and let the brothers in
Cause it's a sin, if we ain't down, on what's happenin
Yo what's up, you don't like the way I walk
or I guess it's, just the way I talk or are you prejudiced
Invited to the show, threw on my afro
Jumped out the limo, get to the front, you tell me no
Yo I just came to mingle, watch the earrings jingle
Grab a cutie rub-a-dub 'til it tingle
But you wanna single me out, but I ain't did that
Check me, I ain't strapped, pull the barricade back
I'm comin in black, I know you're hard dick
six foot bodyguard, but why should I be barred
Yo, yo, pass the 40
Cool T, Hurricane, Run and D's about to get naughty..

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!

The way it is
Huh,Huh
Jam Master Jay
J-J-Jam-Jam-Jam-Jam-Jam
Jam Master Jay
J-J-Jam-Jam-Jam-Jam-Jam
Kick off the shoes
K-K-K-K-Kick
Kick off the shoes
K-K-K-K-Kick
Kick off the shoes
80-80-80-84
80-80-80-84
80...
Jay...
J-A-why are the letters of his name
J-A-why are the letters of his name
Real...Jam-Master
Real...Jam-Master
...And only practice makes a real Jam-Master
Run...
Run DMC and Jam-Master Jay
Kick off the shoes
Kick off the shoes
Jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam-Master as he starts to rock

[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)

[Intro:]
[Run & D.M.C]
The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You'll be praisin D down on your knees
Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin all MC's
[Verse One:]
[Run]
Connect, eject, and collect respect
Get down to the sound cos I come correct
So when I write don't bite and I might check
And if I find your behind I'll break your neck
Mr. World Rhymin' Rapper ready to have fun
You'll reason with the rekkid cos it's made by Run
It's def, you was left in a total stun
So bust a move while I prove who's number one
Got quality and skill both beyond belief
Do I steal? Be for real, I'm not a thief
Dictator and hater of those that beef
That's right I can fight and I'm the chief
[Verse Two:]
[DMC]
People in the place don't put D down
I'm the microphone master the best around
There's not too many of my type
And all rap titles I will swipe
You'll see me talkin to a girl
A sweet young thing with jheri curls
I never ever wore a braid
Got the peasiest hair and still get paid
[Run]
Well I'm dropping MC's with just one punch
Cos it's the baddest of the bunch so call me Capt. Crunch
Slayin MC's, make em walk the plank
And what's next, start the decks while I count I count my bank
[DMC]
And I'm the wizard of words, the ruler of rap
Not soft, not a sucka, could never be a sap
You might get jacked cos you talk crap
When I bust my rap they all step back
I'm paid on stage, Run's on my left
On his right, on the mic, I recite I'm def
Because every performer is only a goner
Keep all sissy soft suckas off my corner
[Scratch: LL Cool J "Is it live?"]
Cos Darryl Mac will do things like that...
[Verse Three:]
[Run]
The sophisticated sound, not soft or sour
It's servin you suckas, sellin dreams in the shower
It's rockin this party hour, hour after hour
If a girlie tried to diss this (What's up with that?)
I won't allow her
Cool chief rapper, I see a girl I tap her
Then I take her on the floor, she don't dance, I slap her
The girl starts to cry and the crowd asks me why

[Run]
Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room
Came with the fame with my name came a tune
The King of Rock, there is none higher
God ?? with Madonna not melodic like Mariah,
Carey, when Larry put me in his Caddy I made my album
I rock the funky beat like Marky Mark be rockin Calvin,
Klein's, no friend of mine, I told you Pryor,
Richard, switch it all around now you admire
"My Adidas" was a hit in eighty-six it made me dollars
Stompin straight through Compton niggaz there was screamin, "HOLLIS!"
Back to the top, you're bout to get dropped
Go for what you know or ride the bo' and get stopped
My man Darryl Mack, dressed in all black
I pass the mic to D (and D.M.C.'ll pass it back)
Rappers won't be dissin after this rap song
Cause they sing like Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along?"
[Chorus]
[D.M.C.]
From a harder core, I'm kickin the raw
I wreck it on tour, I'm breakin your jaw
This is what Run-D.M.C.'ll be about y'all
I make the party people want to scream and shout y'all
I'm just a b-boy, so watch me destroy
You best believe in you're receivin D.M.C. boy
I used to explode, I never let go
I let the tec go back because I said so
Yeah I'm a hoodlum, but I'm a good one
So punks gunnin for my run I wish they would come
So back up, Mr. Softy cause you're not hard
You're never comin off because I got God
Just ?? and get a beat down
Never weak kid, I come up with more street sounds
Rhymes galore and soarin 'cross the floor an'
some more is pourin, knockin down your door an'
[Chorus]
[Run]
C'mon and jump to the rhythm I give em is what I give em
when I get em I just hit em and split em
and when I split em lit em up like a bulb in the dark
I made you blink you figure out, cause I know you're the mark
I gotta lotta what I gotta, that'll be what I got
So step to me or D.M.C and it'll be in your heart
Now ease up back off the bo-zack, you know that you bite
You think you're doin me or D? Nigga please.. (what?)

[Malcolm X]
Many of our people..
stealing..
gambling..
Many of our people turn to..
[Run]
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.."
[cuts:]
"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!"
[D.M.C.]
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.."
[cuts:]
"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!"
[Run]
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.."
[cuts:]
"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!"
[D.M.C.]
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.."
[cuts:]
"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!"
[Run-D.M.C.]
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.."
[cuts:]
"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!"

[D.M.C.]
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.]
Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee
The K-I-N-G's of all M-I-C's
Like Hercules, with rhymes like these
Never crackin not lackin and I still pull G's
[Run]
Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad
Who be less when they 'fess, against the test
[D.M.C.]
And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist
will be kid not dissed at the top of the list
[Run-D.M.C.]
So go a-head, and stand, check out the man
With a clan, never ran, and in demand
[D] So just a
[R] Bust a rhyme
[D] It's a must cause I'm
[R] Funky fresh, in the flesh AND YOU KNOW THE TIME
[D] Why don't ya, bust it son
[R] Cause I'm number one
[D] Just do it, pursue it
[D] Hit it Run!
[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?
[Run-D.M.C.]
Full in effect, set comin correct
Yet gainin respect, still breakin a neck
[D.M.C.]
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 neve rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, high rankin and skankin
Improvising, suprising, 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
Wanna 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

[Run]
Next.. next.. next..
Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest
Three the hardest from Hollis
If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son
Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say, hey!
Come come and see the way we play ?? away day
In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth
If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout South
I'm out - of course the force from up North
ain't up for grabs yup whattup then it's up yours!
You see we ain't open up doors - that's BUSINESS
We knocked those things off the motherfunkin HINGES
Whoever said we fell off, I have no taste for it
We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't WAIT for it
Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge
Watch it gitty-God or you'll be head and titty scarred
?? alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
[Chorus: Run-D.M.C.]
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?
Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard - what?
Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard..
(D!)
[D.M.C.]
The hard hitter, I come to cross a critter splitter
Gold digger, better get a babysitter
I'm Daddy, cruisin like a Caddy braggin
Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon
Pull a magnum, point it and I spat it at him
Then I stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em
Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off
I'm comin hard, I'm one with God I'm never soft
I'm a father, to all the kids I'm gettin rid of
Livin larger, I give it to the highest bidder
So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk
The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk
I pull a pump, and bump you off into a dump
You hear a thump, because I had to stump a rump
From Hollis Ave., I'll have you on the boulevard
I pull your card, word to God you know I'm hittin hard
[Chorus]
[Run]
Well as the mode explode (Run..) ?? when I'm layin one
Listen what I'm sayin (Run..) no playin are you obeyin Run
Bass is placed on the case (Run..) and it'll soon crash
sound beatdown AUGGGHHHH! [explosion] Another boom bash
See me and first thing they'll be like cursin I'm rehearsin it
You're weak and you're wack and you'll be the second and I'm first in it
Comin at you hard with God we're never feelin odd
Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred
Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear
Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me
You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out
You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with the
trendy wear and your nappy hair
Never give a glare too rare you just stare
Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear
Cause Run'll beat ya, got to reach ya, ??, and I'ma

[D.M.C.]
Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
The high-potent, super-charged
spiritual lyrical miracle, of a man
Damn, you can't understand
the fulfillment, of the prophecy
The epitome, the legacy, of every MC
Understand, to be the man
you got to beat the man
Got somethin to say, let the music play
Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
It's the real, real deal
Don't you feel stupid? Reel to reel, and we looped it
Takes it around, we threw the sound
Threw down, now scoop this!
Here we go, like back in the days
The true heroes, MC's, DJ's
The Hollis Crew, we rocked the spot
Fe-male grou-pies, they jock a lot
Ugly hoes jockin, don't give em no rap
Sack ?? or not, cause my posse's strapped
Don't deny us, the flyest guys in town
Punks, try us, you get beat down
The 40 Ounce Crew and Afros is in charge
We N.F.L. - that's Niggaz Fuckin large
and we drive big cars
Our entourage, is rollin hard
We don't play uh-uh no way
Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
Ah let's go now..
Ya don't stop..
You keep on and..
rock the house!
[Run]
So slam for the jam, fast, if ya can
Damn I never ran, cause man I am
gonna keep the beat complete (complete)
compete defeat (defeat), and serve suckers a seat!
And now you're lazy crazy, a daisy don't faze me
Here's my nine now raise me
Another vic to stick and lick so quick
You got your ass kicked now get off my dick
Pull up to the bumper baby
And kiss my motherfuckin ass!
[both]
As we come, together, forever, whenever
The clever get better (better) so get yourself together
[Run]
And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say
[D.M.C.]
And groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
Ah let's go now..
Ya don't stop..
You keep on and..
rock the house!
Now I kick a lyric live, rip rockin rhymes
A line on time, a fine design
All the girls, look my way
All on mines and they always say,
"D.M.C. - you look so cute
in your Carhart suits, and Adidas boots"
I'm not souped, I just troop
Loop the loop, for my crew
I hold the fort, fly rhymes I sport
I fought then brought you the knowledge you sought
So listen good, and listen well
cause I +Raise Hell+ with the stories I tell
which I say and play, day by day
when I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
So let's go now..
Ya don't stop..
You keep on and..
rock the house!
And aiyyo! I just wanna shout out to my home-BRO, from Tokyo!
And check this out, if you're a critic, you can get the DIDDICK
just because I pop a lot of SHITTIT
All the way, to L.A.
And to my homeboys, Ladi Dadi
I just wanna know, why you rock it so hard
And to the Hollis Crew, the 40 Ounce Crew
and the Afros too, just wanna let you know,
this is what we love, TO DO!

[D.M.C.]
For the past, decade..
and the last, ten years..
many reps were made..
many debts were paid!
Some CREWS, paid DUES..
others REFUSED, to LOSE..

How do you feel out there?
Ahh Yeah Ah Ah check this out
1 2 3 in the place to be
as it is plane to see
He is DJ Run and I am DMC
Funky fresh from 1983 DJ Jammaster J
Inside the place with all the bass
He leads us by the trace
And we came here tonight to get on your case
And we are the crush grooving
The body moving directly makin' and directly breakin'
And it goes a little somethin' like this:
It goes a one two three and
Here we go here we go here we go
here we here we here we go
DMC and DJ Run, dum diddi dum didi didi dum dum
We're rockin' on the mic so that you know where we are from
Dum didi dum didi didi dum dum
We hope your pray for the big big drum
Drum didi drum didi didi drum drum
So people in the place have a big beater
Here we come here we come here we ?dipi? come come
So come on everybody let's all get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So nobody out there be misled
We make a more beat rhymes inside our head
The other MCs can't have a peak
When we rock on the mic to this big beat
The beat is peak it's kind of taw
When we're on the mic very taw
It's like that yo (that yo) it's like that yo (that yo)
It't like that or like that or like that yo (that yo)
Cool chief rapper I don't trick further
You keep a bag of sugar inside my live (HA!)
You let us cool everything (HA!)
when it's time for the peng (HA!) (HA!)
Because I'm rockin' on the mic until the break of day
And all the things I do make me a star
And you can be too if know who you are
So put your mind tuned to go real far
And next thing is to know what happens so far
Liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy
Listen to the beat NO I say
because it's not routine in the way I play (Ahh yah?)
sittin in my house all time of the day and then I
move the time Jammaster J
Hey they used to call me easy D
because I rock on the mic so easily
But now the call me DMC
The DMC of the party
The D's for duly all of the time
M is for the rhymes that are all mine
C's for cool cool as can be
-and why you wear the classes?-
so I can see
rhymes so deep rhymes rhymes galore
rhymes that you've never even heard before
now if you say you hurt my mind we gonna have to fight
cause I've just made the motherfuckers joggle last night
kick of your sheet relax your feet
party all down to the DJ Run beat
the beat to get you off to get you outta your seat
make you booby to a savvier so that you know what you need
wait a time a minute don't break on me
the rhymes come faster and the DJ cheats
the DJ cuts the record for the value below
while you boogie you ass till it's time to go
and when it's time to go girl takin' you home
so straighten you dress up but on the way it's so cold
And I'm the microphone master super rhyme maker
I get def when as the others get shaky
It's me DMC in the place to be
And I still got the same old harmony
I'm the devastating mic controller
The word we say and the chief rocks puller
That beat boy made for the beat girls
Rock through the rhymes in the turntable turns
Some brand new was born to turn
And it could be init rap king Alex Sore
Rock about the cheats and the games we play
See DJ come everyday
We rock round town think hard rhymes
Get paid real well don't have charge
We've got big pocket seen
Can't remand that wanted reward ready is to pay
We've got all out there, do what they abase
Place the game with the boy in arrest
And the game's so light or really for
He put your hand up to play until the game is done
So play all to the break of dawn
As we rock ya all to the early mornin'
He's Jammaster J the big big blaster
He gets better cause he knows he has to
It's 83 and he's a little faster
And only practise make a real Jammaster
JMJ are the letters of his name
Cuttin' and sratchin' are the aspects of his game
so check out the scratcher as his cuts the jam
they look at us with da mics in da hands
then take a wow 1 2 3 Jammaster J Run DMC

[Run]
As I proceed indeed to take the lead with speed
All the suckers'll back off and fall
But this is the hype I like and the type of mic
You wanna fight? Just gimme a call
I'm going to breeze..
[D.M.C.]
.. past the other MC's
And D's rhymes'll flow like water
The wind, the rain, the hurricane, it's all the same
With rhymes in order
[Run]
And yo my name is Run, and yeah I'm all that
Slap back the KING of the daddy mack's
But that ain't the news I choose to tell
I gotta use the cruise that bruises well
For the grime you slime, you try to diss mine
I put your head to bed, cause it's bedtime
I knock out your teeth beneath your gums
Now you're mumblin - you bum!
(Turn out the lights Run!) Picture punks playin me close
when I'm hard as hell, and that's all labelled SUCKERS
Waitin for the King of Swing to bring
"Beats to the Rhyme," and yeah I'm runnin things
Now that's the name of the phrase,
so don't be amazed at the ways my rhyme displays
You gotta make the best of what you got to get to the top
in hip-hop, you gotta diggy diggy don't STOP!
[musical interlude]
[D.M.C.]
The ?? artist, hittin hardest, smartest
Professor, compressor, impressor to the lesser
low-life ?? of the mic
I come CORRECT! (You surely right)
The atmosphere is clear when I appear
Here to wax and tax an MC for mere pennies
And if any, wanna get with D
I crash and bash and smash his ass for free
Black man! Originating creating a beat
I educate and straight from off the streets
HARD, like a man was born to be
It just just happened in rap I was born to be
KING, yeah me the king of the rock
So let's rock the spot and diggy don't STOP!
[musical interlude]
[DMC] Funky lyrics that you hear
[both] AS WE RELEASE THE MASTERPIECE THE MUSIC WILL CEASE
[Run] and I'll put up the peace sign
[D.M.C.]
And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told
D's bold, and suckers'll fold
[Run]
And I'm Run my son the fun has just begun
and some are slum, and make em sell til
crumbles crumb they hum, those fools will come
And none have never done Run, Jay!
[D.M.C.]
D.M.C. the king is me and I be
the voice of black community
So be the unity inside of me, and we
will all agree about this - don't STOP!

[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!

[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

[Run]
Can I get this?
Now DJ Run I run amuck and run to hit this
"Hit it Run!" My name is Joe I need hoe
Can I get a witness (HOE!)
And when I come you're lookin dumb
You say who did this (DID THIS) did this (DID THIS)
Face you're lookin dumb on, hum could you HUM ON
Beats are droppin now and what and why and when and how
Drop it come on, come on, I got some on, my TIP
Get me up and goin for the vickie vickie VICK
Beefin through your teeth and what you see is what you GET
Suckers what you lack is what you lickie lickie LICK
Now off into esophagus that be coughin out a rhyme
Now some are dumb make fun of dem but Run and dem be kind
So come on, come on, got you swingin on my BO
Suckers seek my facial but you see I lay you LOW
I flow (FLOW) you know (KNOW) a pro (PRO) and so (SO)
Let me get a hoe on the down-low "God damn!!"
Ah can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[D.M.C.]
It's like that y'all (THAT Y'ALL)
It's like that y'all (THAT Y'ALL)
My name is Darryl Mac and I'm fat y'all (FAT Y'ALL)
Back one more time [time] here to get mine [mine]
Fresh in the flesh with the hardcore rhymes (RHYMES)
Me, D.M.C. (Cee) the only MC (cee)
Rock shock the house and I'm still cock-dee (DEE)
Brothers know my style (STYLE) D. Mac buckwild (WILD)
You wonder where I've been? I've been gone for a while (WHILE)
Back to attack [tack] the wick-wick-wack (WACK)
Me Darryl Mac [Mac] suckers on my BOZACK
Down with Run [Run] so don't act stunned [stunned]
Run-D.M.C., shootin like a SHOTGUN (BOOM!)
In effect, cause I'm still rulin
"I'm the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING," and I'm still coolin
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
C-can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[Jam Master Jay]
My name is Jay, the Jam Master, gettin loose
Tupac had some, but now I got the _Juice_
I'm gettin stupid, you wonder why I'm ill?
Cause I've been around, and still got these skills
* Jay cuts "one one one" * two mic check gettin wreck
A real street nigga, so yo show respect
I make you wanna JUMP JUMP around wicked
Run-D.M.C., and Jam Master kickin it
with the flow that's slow cause I'm good to go
Still rock a show, gettin dough, and aiyyo (aiyyo)
straight from Hollis, Queens, yeah you heard me
"Jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Peace, arreviderci
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
[Run]
Still the King of Rock, hoe around the tick-tock
Rappers sweatin Joseph Simmons, ever since I dropped _Rock Box_
Multiplatinum, waxin em while I'm maxin em
"Who's House?" God's House, so chill while I'm taxin em
[D.M.C.]
Rappers poppin mad smack, about the King of Rap
Ten million sold, SEVEN DIGIT CONTRACT
[Run]
JMJ, gettin busy on the crossfader
Beats hardcore, diesel like the Schwarzeneggar
[Parrish] Respect the black crown
[Sermon] Sounds underground
[D.M.C.] Any stage they built
[Joseph] Run tore it down!
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)
Now can I get it yo? (Yeah, you got it yo)

[Run] Mic checka..
[DMC] Yes y'all, and I am..
the grand, imperial wizard.. D.M.C..
And you're listening to the sounds..
as we take you onnnnnn down..
to the lasssssssssssst STOP!
[Chorus: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 4X)]
Come on everybody, let's all get down
[Run]
K-k-k-coolin (coolin) relaxin and we're coolin
Rulin while we're schoolin ?? the teacher who ya foolin?
While in, trainin, your brain and foe are entranced
I talk to tiny tots and just like Watson, "Elementary"
[D.M.C.]
Back in eighty-two and three I made the word 'DEF'
Gave life to the mic now you know liggity-left
riggity-right (RIGHT, all that, swinger)
You was crappin in your Pampers now don't tamper with the ??
[Run]
Baddest of the bad, I think of thickness here I come
I get dumb (diddy) dumb (diddy diddy) dumb dumb
(and here we go) Here we go! HERE WE HERE WE HERE WE GO
A lot (of niggaz) bitin (off my) old style flow
But up off the subject, you know I shut em down an'
I think I seen em sinkin matter fact I seen em drownin
(Yo who kicks the flavor?) DJ Run'll keep you guessin
Here's a little tip, it's the Tribe for your Quest'n
Two-seven and I'm representin, comin from HOLLIS
Queens is what I mean, Ma Dukes is cookin COLLARDS
Feelin like ??, and matched up sticks
Down With the King, and we swing it on the mix
of a funky funky (new new) b-boy sound
So come on everybody let's all get down
[Chorus]
[D.M.C.]
Break backs, make tracks, take acts and wax a nigga
that lacks take gats tap at the trigga
D.M.C. you see I got a little bigga
Jam Master Jay a with the zigga-zigga
Produce, bamboost, let loose the sound
No groups or troops could boo me down
I slam and jam, command the land
Don't give a damn they ban, my band will stand
I come to you all knew my crew is true
Do what I do, I do since eighty-two
I got the rhyme, get mine, I got to climb
I won't retire, get higher, I won't resign
I'm here to stay okay won't fade away
I'm movin past the past I last all day
So here we go, I flow, you know the sound
So check the show, and yo, let's all get down
[Chorus]
.. yes yes y'all, a we don't stop [8X]
[Run]
So come on and flip for me, grip and slip into a hipper tone
Not on the dull your skull, cause Run'll rip a dope
snare on the tear, rare you never heard this
This service served you well and I can tell you're gettin nervous
Run, here it come, get some, it's on the diddy-dumb
See a silly soft sucker down there ?? ?? of Run
Rowdy then you're audi gotta go don't want to be us
Torn then you're gone, WORD BOND, none can see us
Hop-along on your way, skip-along little Skippy
'fore I fly that box, me bust you all upper-lippy
[Chorus 2X]
[Q-Tip]
Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop
The Midnight Marauders, yeah you don't stop
Phife Diggidy, yeah you don't stop
Ali Shaheed, c'mon you don't stop
??, yeah you don't stop
Check it on out, because you don't stop
To my niggaz out on Linden, you don't stop
The hardheads in effect, you don't stop
And to my niggaz in Hollis, you don't stop
All the kids up on Farmers, you don't stop
And to my peoples uptown, you don't stop
And all my peoples up in Brooklyn, you don't stop
And all my peoples in the Bronx, you don't stop
Zulu in effect, you don't stop
And to my people out West, you don't stop
A Run-D.M.C., gettin mad props
Check it on out, thanks to Run
and thanks to D, and JMJ
We on the way, up to the top
Never ever stop, gettin mad props, check it out
"Then I'm out like shout, ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh

Bob your head.. [2X]
[D.M.C.]
As we bop on..
to the break of dawn..
the non-stop hip-hop bop..
takes you on down..
to the last, STOP!! "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
So won't ya bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
B-b-ba bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
[Run]
A freak I find the kind to wine and dine
I freak a blind date, and your fate is to wait in line
at the party.. tryin to get a hottie
Cool T and Roddy, D.M.C. and Scottie
Big Kev and Marty, Hurricane and Arty
Phil, Doug, and Naughty - damn, a big party
So I grab the mic, I like, recite, the hype
and type, and write, with my..
freak it 'fore the niggy night is done
for Ricky-Run to get dumb and then some
So while you're here, it's clear to every per-son
ah that you need to bob get involved
and weave with ease and please the steez with G's
Now, just to be at ease
cause this is it, legit, a hit, I throw a fit
Not slackin or lackin a bit, nah that ain't it
So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it
So just a bob ya head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
[D.M.C.]
Bob your head! "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
I make your heads bob, I got you slobbin the knob
So do a good job, why don't ya let me know - HOW YA LIVIN HOBBES?
Whassup wit ya girl? Ya know I like the way your earrings jang
and your booty swing, ah while my beat go
BOOM BOOM - why don't you let me take you to my room
Take off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes
But no! You want me take you out and wine and dine you
But I ain't got no time to chase behind and never find you
So be this dope a lethal dose of poisonious potion
Stick to the sound that's up and down now sit ya that's the motion
Buckwild inna style for ya honey child
The organization of bobbin and pacin will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box
That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cockblock
Give nuff respect, I love the sex, again I said..
Here it comes from Run (yo Jay) 'Yo D!' HOE BOB YA HEAD
"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
Ah just a bob ya head..
Bob ya head "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
Ah just a bob ya head..
[Run]
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
by Run so come get some for fun
Keep the force I'm nicky-number one
and I'll scratch my vocord for f-f-fun
And nevertheless I must confess that it's a bless-un
that people are ride and must abide to this direct-ion
I triple it up to let you know that I'm a swift one
Those who oppose get broken nose that's how I live son
I move the head that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance Hobbes
for this is it, the brand new shit, I'd like to mention
so hurry up because the cut is my inven-tion
The jazz, pizazz, with class, at last
kickin your ass, for the past
three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it
So you defin-in-it..-itely need to bob your head
And I say!
I'd like to give a shout out to the Hollis Crew, in there!
My homeboy D.M.C., he's in there!
To my homeboy Jam Master Jay
and the brothers at JMJ, you know they in there!
To my man Eric Blam, in there!
To my man Grand Wizard Cut Professor DJ Dig, definitely in there!
My name is Run Love and I'm out of here with The Afros

[Run] One two, one two..
[DMC] And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C..
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless for rhymes
[Run]
You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
by kickin dollars straight to Hollis I'm off the ground B
I never heard of such where niggaz stand and I fell
I'm doin years with this career like Patti La-Belle
And if I ever was to fall I fell upon ya
Like ?? I made my mind I come to con ya
I see females I tell them yo my word is bond huh
Like Terri Teresa Tammi Tawana Tarena and Tonya
I'm comin hard I got your head and yeah the lock's on
I threw you up, why did your daddy ?? cock strong
I rock I wreck I rip a rhyme I ??
My rap is right I write a rip-and-ready rock song
[D.M.C.]
Call on the brother to come and get dumb
until the def drum come as they come, when they come
I said I rip some, tearin them up, a big up
A whattup? A nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up
I knock down the walls because I got to
The rock sound because I hip-hop new
Not the old, gold, from around the neck
And when I grab ahold you give me nuff respect
In a black BM, with my contact lens
When the track begins, I'm setting new rap trends
Lettin lyrics I lay down
You play loud I stay proud with Jay down you stay down
Get up on the truck song, the one you put your buck on
You're stuck on, you're luck on, you're sucked on
a lollipop SUCKA
I snuck ya, I struck ya, you stupid mother..
[Run]
I gotta come my name is Run and me and D we been appointed
I'm ever so clever you never TOUCH the annointed
I'm Born Again I got a friend the Lord I rearrange
but other than that I'm livin fat and ain't NUTHIN changed
Big Willie still in your grilly, you better block son
I bust you up and then I blast you with my Bop Gun
A million times rhyme risin to the prime
while another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme
Be instead I'd rather leave another brother dead
cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread
I'm makin papers, brothers catchin vapors
Try to lick shot, you get got, catch you later
This ain't The Cosby Show you know what it's like A Different World
We're livin inside a world where you get the cash, you hit the girl
So check the hypness, I'm not livin like this
I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness
You comin butt when you wish upon a star
but I could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar!
[guitar and scratches]
[D.M.C.]
Heads up my brother, here comes another
word to the verb the urge to discover
a lover, you hover, you smother, my brother
You can't do nothin other than take the record out the cover
You get the song at it's strong and randomn flow
You sing along cause the words you heard you know
Hostyle the style that style is wild
The penile is where I goes and smile
Because I pop a lot, they try to lock me up
Because I rock the block, they try to stop me up
But I'm sly as a fox I can rocks
I got smarts when they starts tradin shots they get dropped
I pull my card I pull my card I pull my card NOT
I use the rock to be hard, I'm a hard rock
You get a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot
You better read a lot because you really need a lot of
information, and some education
Cause I'm replacin what you hearin on your station
Darryl is a Mack, Joe is in the Public

Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
Got senoritas in Adidas over in Spain
The Don of San Juan got 'em goin insane
Got chicks in Spanish Harlem holdin they brain
In Sao Paolo they follow, doin the same
Admiration for Run since "Sucker M.C.'s"
Papi bilingual, sell a single with ease
Y'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got dough
Us cuatro, lock flow, you don't know?
From New York City to Puerto Rico (whoa)
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
You got my fire burnin..
Ay papi, tu sabe, yo tengo (??)
You got my fire burnin..
Uhh, uhh
What's goin on black? Goin platinum and beyond that
Layin down the format, sippin on that Cognac
Where the Don at?
I'm at Hollis with the kings payin homage to the things
they accomplished in they teens and I never stop throwin them flings
Control of the game, I'm right here over the rain
A human pot of gold, I already had a lot of flow
Ready to rock steady with Run and make a lot of dough
You might tell from the way I talk
that sucker MC's is who I stalk
Create in a rhyme that is in formation
Or why I made such a rap creation
That is bound, to be reknowned
within this city as a funky sound
And to those that try to put me down
My DJ has jams, by the pound (c'mon, let's go)
Skaggs Nit'
Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up
My ice glitter like hold up
All the chickens like, "Look at Bo, he done growed up
Thinks he the bomb, bet his beeper stay blowed up"
So much frost on my wrist look my fist froze up
A photographer is tryin to get a little close up
Why cause I'm a star now? Buy out the bar now?
Or I press one button, start up my car now?
I heard that you wanna spar now, so baby it's on
I spit flows, rip shows 'til the day that I'm gone
And this day I hit 'em off I'll have America sewn
Rich plat', rims chrome, spin (?) to your dome
I entered your home, lick you down, strictly to bone

Uh-huh, yeah, what? Yo, yo
Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin
Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6
Pulled up on the side like, "Who's winnin?"
Nigga said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right"
Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light
Next night seen him on stage with some platinum shells
with baguettes on the side that spelled "Raising Hell"
I said, "Run the crowd yell like you paid 'em well"
Then he said to ask Bertha Dell, who the hell?
Oh well - I thought I was done bein impressed
until my man called me up and told me listen to Flex
{"Yo yo yo, turn on Flex"} I ain't know what to do
It was like Run was sunnin everybody but then again the shit was true
MC's must want him gone, hoppin on chrome
sayin they the kings, please, you kept the seat warm
Ain't nobody better than this twenty year veteran
Even as a Reverand, hotter than you ever been
It don't really matter who the hell you are
The fakest of all cats or the biggest of stars (uh-huh)
Tryin to doubt these three, you breakin the law
They the kings, LEAVIN Y'ALL IN AWE, THAT'S REAL PAW
Like ahhh, Dunn done did it again
Ahhh, pad done hit the pen
Ahhh, man they droppin gems
Ahhh, the kid's bout stackin the ends
Yo, Rev. Run, run the block, swerve the Dat'
Flow is hot, don't need no gun to cock
I'm sick of Vidal, your brother tried to get me to fall
I'm kickin it raw, even in the thick of it all
Run laps around wack cats, I hate DAT's
Since way back, made great tracks, I lace raps
Yo face that, before you catch aluminum bats
from numerous cats with Run-D.M.C. on they hats
You ain't gettin no show 'til your album out
The label don't wanna spend money yo what's THAT about?
No clout, had to settle for a fake amount
While my catalogue bigger than your bank account
No doubt, I'm the greatest all time fo' sho'
Rev. Run comin through and leavin niggaz in awe
Yo Run remember that night at the light in the back of the 6?
Yeah I was mad the Knicks lost, I got a new whip
Yeah I see, the Bentley Arnage, with the four doors
What is that, for more horse?
Nah son, for more tours
I see you've been peepin me for quite some time
Yo my bad
Ain't a thing, nigga I noticed you rhyme
Yo what a nigga gotta do to be more like you?
A nigga like me ain't got a clue
First things first I DJ, Run all the rappers
Actors, they want status
But they can't have this
Since "Krush Groove" you been makin them papes
A lot of rap movies been made since but most of them fake
Thanks for the compliment kid, now jump BACK in your car

[Run-D.M.C.]
Tenement buildings, and skyscrapers
[Run]
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

[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!

There's a backseat lover,
that's always undercover
and I talked till my daddy say,
said "ya ain't seen nothin till your down on a muffin,
and theres sure to be a change in way"
now theres a cheerleader, that's a real big pleaser
as far as I could reminice
and the best thing lovin' was you sister and your cousin
and it started with a little kiss, like this
She start swingin' with the boys in school
and her feet are flyin' up in the air
singin hey diddle diddle with the titty in the middle,
and you swingin like you just dont care
so I took a big chance at the highschool dance
with a lady who was ready to play
it wasn't me she was foolin'
cause she new what she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way, she told me to
CHORUS
walk this way, talk this way (x2)
she told me to
walk this way, talk this way (x2)
just give me a kiss...like this
school girl sleezy with a classy kinda sassy
little skirt hangin way up her knee
there were three young ladies in a school gym locker
and I find there were lookin at D
I was a highschool loser never made it with a lady
till the boys told me somethin' i miss
then my next door neighbor
had a daughter, had a favour
and I gave the girl a little kiss, like this
she start swingin' with the boys in the school,
with your feet flyin up in the air
singin hey diddle diddle
with the titty in the middle
I was swingin like I didnt care
so I took a big chance at the highschool dance
with the miss 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

(Wake up), (wake up)
(Get up)
(Wake up), (wake up)
(Get up)
(Wake up)
When I woke up this morning and got out the bed
I had some really fresh thoughts going through my head
they were thoughts that came from a wonderful dream
it was the vision of a world working as a team
it was a dream (get up)
just a dream (wake up), (wake up), (get up)
There were no guns, no what
no tanks, no what, atomic bombs
and to be frank homeboy there were no arms
just people, working hand in hand
there was a feeling of peace all across the land
it was a dream (wake up)
just a dream (get up), (wake up), (wake up)
Between all countries there were good releations
there finally was a meeting to united nations
and everybody had an occupation
'cause we all worked together to fight starvation
it was a dream (wake up)
just a dream (wake up), (get up)
Everyone was treated on an equal basis
no matter what colors, religions or races
we weren't afraight to show our faces
it was cool to chill in foreign places
it was a dream (get up)
just a dream (wake up), (wake up), (get up)
(wake up), (wake up), (get up), (wake up)
All cities of the world were renovated
and the people all chilled and celebrated
they were all so happy and elated
to live in the world that they created
it was a dream (get up)
just a dream (wake up), (wake up), (get up)
There were no street people, we live rent free
and every single person had a place to be
a job, a home and the perfect pay
and the world was free of greed and hate
it was a dream (wake up)
just a dream (get up), (wake up), (wake up)
Unemployment was at a record low
and the presidents were chillin at our show
listening to the things that we had to say
and trying to create a new and brighter day
it was a dream (wake up)
just a dream (wake up)
it was a dream (get up)
just a dream (wake up)
it was a dream (wake up)
just a dream (get up)
it was dream (wake up)
just a dream (wake up)
(get up), (wake up), (wake up)
(get up), (wake up), (wake up)
(get up), (wake up), (wake up)

Now the things I do to make me a star
and you could be too if you know who you are
Like a bum on the corner big boy in the car (car)
see the ki ki Kid Rock with the Bawitdaba
we are hard as raw, what you saw is law
Once again my friend, it's Dj Run on tour
like Dj Run's his name
and Kid Rock is his
He's DMC, it's like that
and that's the way it is
Beats get ya ? hurrah
homes eatin' Joe's, the punks on this Rover
Jay, Run, and D M C that's
ne ne never been a time like this thats so vital
I'm the king of rock
cause that's my title
then take account
one two three
Jam Master Jay, Run DMC
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
YOU SEE IIIIIII
want respect
but then you're all like a ball that I have checked
and the shots that they take have no effect
some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
cuz I rock harder, and I roll farther
you wanna battle Kid Rock bitch don't bother
don't waste your time, messin' with my rhyme
the only kick you'll get outta this
is in your behind
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH [with "Run D"
throughout]
Run Run DMC
fire plagues my name is worldwide
when we yes yes y'all we rock it all night
the other MC's doin' rock n roll (roll)
its Run DMC, Kid Rock patrol
Dj Run till I'm done DMC's the soul
got MTV on remote control (control)
platinum platinum can't mess with gold
we never let go of the mic's we hold
our joints get played cause the __
DMC spittin' flames while your jams is cold
over 30 million records worldwide we sold
Daryl Mac, Jam Jay, and my name is Joe
the other MC's know about the show
hook the turntables up to the telephone pole
rock a rhyme 99 till it's time to go
cuz ___Dj Run got a rhyme to flow
I come from a school that they call the old
DMC's deva devasted mic control
I come from a school that they call the old
we never let go of the mic's we hold
I come from a school that they call the old
over 30 million records worldwide we sold
I come from a school that they call the old
It's Run DMC Kid Rock patrol (patrol patrol patrol patrol patrol patrol
patrol patrol)
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
I come from a school that they call the old
dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum
you see IIIIIII
want respect
but then you're all like a ball that I have checked
and the shots that they take have no effect
some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
cuz I rock harder and I roll farther
you wanna battle Kid Rock bitch don't bother
don't waste your time messin' with my rhyme
the only kick you'll get outta this

[Run-D.M.C.]
Run-D.M.C., the Kings of Queens
and we in this month's Penthouse, Magazine
You can find out things that you never knew
About Run-D.M.C. in the April issue
[D.M.C.]
Like, I was a kid, this is what I did
I grabbed a Penthouse, and then I hid
I peeked at the pictures, but never knew
[Run]
There are a lot of def articles to read, too
[D.M.C.]
You'll find out in our interview
About what is a lie, and what is true
So now I read it, instead of just look it
You know you'll need it, to know what's cookin
So grab your April Penthouse, and put it in your hands
[Run]
It's available now at your favorite newsstand, RRRR-AHH!
[announcer]
Also, in the April issue of Penthouse