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Jump...
Dee... Jay... Run... DMC... Yeah...! What...? Who...? King...of...Rock...! Yeah...! Echo Tech B-Boy down I want to rock right now DJ Run, and I'm claiming my crown I be internationally known Even got chrome on my microphone I ain't stoopid y'all, outrageous Actin like Run can't rock all ages So...Joe - act like y'all don't know Run be rockin since Kurtis Blow Me and my brother be gettin this dough Came in the door, said it befoe' These are the Kings from around the way Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay... Chorus: I'm the King (what's up?) of ROCK! Who am I? I'm the King (of what?) of ROCK! WHO ARE WE? I'm the King (alright, never let ya down) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock show I'm the King (alright, alright, alright) of ROCK! In the end it's just a rock show Y'all wanna know what it takes to be An MC like D in the place to be Gotta a house on the hill full of family With the grass more green than a gram of weed Stars in the cars on the way to my Show Gettin raw at the pub when they're drinking the mo With a cigar and the pumps he be getting the dough And unchanged with the lane and the range of the roll Just 'cause y'all know my name Heard my fame and seen my game Don't mean I'm all about the glitter and glam The King of Rock - is who I am Raw - we are - by law First one rockin' in Adidas y'all saw Jumped on Tour way back in '84 Jay, Run, D, Macs rock-knockin' at your door Chorus: I'm the King (alright, n |
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King Of Rock
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC's should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won't stop rockin' till I retire Now we rock the party and come correct Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect Got the right to vote and will elect And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect They called us and said we're gettin iller There's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller As one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang Roll to the rock, rock to the roll DMC stands for devestating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust through ceilings and knock down doors And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks For every living person we're a purple treat It's me and DMC, Jay where's the beat? Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool I'm DMC, I rock and roll. I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool It's all brand new, never ever old school You got the music in your body and you can't comprehend When your mind won't wiggle and your knees will bend Music ain't nothin but a people's jam It's DJ Run-DMC rockin without a band Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel I stood on many stages, held many mics Take airplane flights, at huge heights So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds Got a song so strong, it's knocking down trees Is it hard to believe it's Run-DMC I am from, around the way And Run goes to school, every day And Jay plays the records he has to play And we get down with no delay, HEY! I rock the party with the words I speak And Run says the rhymes that are unique And Jay cuts the records every day of the week And we are the crew that can never be beat So don't try to diss me, try to be my friend Cause if you do, you'll get yours in the end The rhymes we say, shall set a trend Because a devestating rap is what we send Every jam we play, we break two needles There's three of us but we're not the Beatles My name is Darryl, you can call him D You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC People always ask, "DMC, what does it mean?" D's for never dirty, MC for mostly clean Like we said before, we rock hardcore I'm DJ Run, I can scratch. I'm DMC, I can draw And now we got the knack, to attract Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac We'll reign on your brain and rock your knot When it comes to rock, give it all we got To be MC's, we got what it takes Let the poppers pop and the breakers break We're cool cool cats, it's like that That's the way it is, so stay the hell back We're causin hard times, for sucker MC's Cause they don't make no songs like these PERIOD! |
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Rock Box
[Run] Run.. (Run..) D.. (D) M.. (M) C.. (C) Rock.. (rock.. rock..) For you! (for you.. for you..) Fresh (fresh.. fresh..) {*guitar solo*} [Run] For all you sucker MC's perpetratin a FRAUD Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy that girl ignored I'm drivin Caddy, you fixin a FORD My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name's Lord and when I'm rockin on the mic, you should all applaud Because we're (wheelin, dealin, we got a funny feelin) We rock from the floor up the ceilin We groove it (you move it) it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is SOOTHIN We create it (relate it) and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker MC make the other suckers hate it We're rising (suprising) and often hypnotizing We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in No curls (no braids) peasy-head and still get paid Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade {*guitar solo*} [Run] Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail Witty as can be and not for sale Always funky fresh, could NEVER be stale [D.M.C.] Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail I couldn't wait to demonstrate all the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard And anything else is quite absurd I'm the master of a mic, that's what I say And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway [Run] Bust into the party, come in the place See the first things come, the music in your face Tears down the walls, some of the floor with the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore [D.M.C.] So listen to this because it can't be missed and you can't leave til you're dismissed You can do anything that you want to but you can't leave until we're through So relax your BODY and your mind and listen to us say this rhyme - HEY You might think that you have WAITED long enough til the rhyme was STATED But if it were a test it would be GRADED with a grade that's not DEBATED Nothing too deep and nothing dense and all our rhymes make a lot of SENSE [Run-D.M.C.] So move your butt, to the cut Run amuk, you're not in a rut Each and everybody out there, we got the notion [D.M.C.] We want to see y'all all in motion [Run-D.M.C.] Just SHAKE, WIGGLE jump up and down Move your body to the funky sound [D.M.C.] Side to side, back and forth [Run-D.M.C.] We're the two MC's, and we're gonna go off Stand in place, walk or RUN Tap your feet, you'll be on the one [D.M.C.] Just snap your fingers and clap your hands [Run-D.M.C.] Our DJ's better than all these bands HUH!! {*Jam Master Jay cuts then instrumental breaks down*} [Run] We got all the lines [DMC] and all the rhymes [Run] We don't drop dimes [DMC] and we don't do crimes [Run] We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines [DMC] and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins [Run] Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine Don't want nobody's name on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet D by my side and Jay with the beat [Run-D.M.C.] - (ad libbing to fade) Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay.. We don't.. we don't.. we don't stop! Don't.. don't.. don't.. don't stop! (JAY!) One.. two.. three.. Hollis Crew.. crew.. crew.. For.. for.. for.. for the love now.. Cool T now.. Hah, ?? .. My, my man Jam Master.. is in his place to be.. (JAY! Jay.. Jay.. Jay..) The big beat blaster.. ?? .. All, the way live.. Re, remember you don't stop.. Kickin it, and you don't stop.. Rrrrrrrrrock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot.. Stick em.. and you don't stop, hah.. Run.. rocks it well, we-welle-well.. a-with the clientele.. Krush Groove.. Young ladies in the place.. We, we we're, we we're we're, we we're we're (bass) We we're in the hottest space.. Hah.. ?? Homeboys.. Now we're talkin autographs.. Autographs.. and autographs.. Fly girls.. in the place, in the place.. Homeboys.. Hollis Crew.. {*music fades*} |
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