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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 fer feet are flyin' up in the air singin hey diddle diddle with the titty in the middle, and you swingin like you just don't 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 tha 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 smoethin' i miss then my next door neighbor had a daughter, had a favour and i gave the girl a little kiss, like this shie start swingin' with the boys in the school, with your feet flyin up in ther air singin hey diddle diddle with the titty in the middle I was swingin like i didn't care so i took a big chance at the highschool dance withe 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 whis way, she told me to |
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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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| 2:47 |
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My Adidas_
walk through concert doors and roam all over coliseum floors I stepped on stage, at Live Aid All the people gave an applause that paid And out of speakers I did speak I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak My Adidas cuts the sand of a foreign land with mic in hand I cold took command my Adidas and me both askin P we make a good team my Adidas and me we get around together, rhyme forever and we won't be mad when worn in bad weather My Adidas.. My Adidas.. My Adidas standin on 2 Fifth St. funky fresh and yes cold on my feet with no shoe string in em, I did not win em I bought em off the Ave with the tags still in em I like to sport em that's why I bought em a sucker tried to steal em so I caught em and I thwart em and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet and now I just standin here shooting the gif me and D and my Adidas standing on 2 Fifth My Adidas.. My Adidas.. Now me and my Adidas do the illest things we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings we slay all suckers who perpetrate and lay down law from state to state we travel on gravel, drit road or street I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat on stage front page every show I go it's Adidas on my feet high top or low My Adidas.. My Adidas.. Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare myself homeboy got 50 pair got blue and black cause I like to chill and yellow and green when it's time to get ill got a pair that I wear when I'm playin ball with the heal inside make me 10 feet tall my Adidas only bring good news and they are not used as selling shoes they're black and white, white with black stripe the ones I like to wear when I rock the mic on the strength of our famous university we took the beat from the street and put it on TV my Adidas are seen on the movie screen Hoyywood knows we're good if you know what I mean we started in the alley, now we chill in Cali and I won't trade my Adidas for a ?? My Adidas.. |
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| 4:51 |
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[Run] Unemployment at a record highs
People coming, people going, people born to die Don't ask me, because I don't know why But it's like that, and that's the way it is [D.M.C.] People in the world tryin to make ends meet You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet I said you got to work hard, you want to compete It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! [Run & D.M.C. alternate lines for the remainder of the song] Money is the key to end all your woes Your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows Won't you tell me the last time that love bought you clothes? It's like that, and that's the way it is Bills rise higher every day We receive much lower pay I'd rather stay young, go out and play It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! Wars going on across the sea Street soldiers killing the elderly Whatever happened to unity? It's like that, and that's the way it is Disillusion is the word That's used by me when I'm not heard I just go through life with my glasses blurred It's like that, and that's the way it is Huh! You can see a lot in this lifespan Like a bum eating out of a garbage can You noticed one time he was your man It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is You should have gone to school, you could've learned a trade But you laid in the bed where the bums have laid Now all the time you're crying that you're underpaid It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! One thing I know is that life is short So listen up homeboy, give this a thought The next time someone's teaching why don't you get taught? It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is If you really think about it times aren't that bad The one that flexes with successes will make you glad Stop playing start praying, you won't be sad It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! When you feel you fail sometimes it hurts For a meaning in life is why you search Take the bus or the train, drive to school or the church It's like that, and that's the way it is Here's another point in life you should not miss Do not be a fool who's prejudiced Because we're all written down on the same list It's like that (what?) and that's the way it is Huh! You know it's like that, and that's the way it is Because it's like that, and that's the way it is (Repeat these lines til fade) |
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| 3:03 |
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This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital
To rock (a rhyme), that's right (on time) It's Tricky is the title, here we go... It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tricky) Trrrrrrrrrrricky I met this little girlie, her hair was kinda curly Went to her house and bust her out, I had to leave real early These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said "It's not that easy" It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...(How is it D?) It's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Trrrrrricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme They really (hawk) but we just (walk) because we have no time And in the city it's a pity cos we just can't hide Tinted windows don't mean nothin', they know who's inside It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...(How is it D?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) huh! When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cos I make up a rhyme I'm not braggin', people naggin' cos they think I'm a star Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cos I'm on TV They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...(How is it?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tr-Tr-Tr-Tricky) Tr-tr-tr. We are not thugs (we don't use drugs) but you assume (on your own) They offer coke (and lots of dope) but we just leave it alone It's like that y'all (y'all), but we don't quit You keep on (rock!) shock! Cos this is it... |
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| 4:48 |
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{*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? (*musical breakdown*} |
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| 3:13 |
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Mary Mary
"Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [Run] Had a fly girl Flo, called her honey Next thing she spent up all my money ?? debt, you and your girl's dizzy Stopped movin crack but you're still gettin pissy You could call me everyday God sent like you was Lois Lane and I was Clark Kent I spend and I spend and you spent and you spent Now my house with a mouse is a roach with a tent "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [D.M.C.] Mary Mary Mary you cold thumb suckin Lookin for you, but you keep duckin I wanna find you, I gotta tell you somethin So just be quiet and don't say NUTTIN Mary Mary Mary why you out there stuntin? Supposed to be with me, but not you're FRONTIN We started out new, you used to be true Now you're buggin, what's wrong with you? "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [Run] Now.. This girl Mary I knew so well I met her on the road in a fly hotel High on the heels and never failed (Clubs and the pubs is where she dwelled) Story about Mary was well to tell She seemed to scheme for a dream to sell She spent a night locked in a cell I knew Mary well cause she +Raising Hell+ "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN [D.M.C.] It's not Mary who was quite - contrary Talkin bout Mary who was always in a - hurry The things she needed were necessary She did not need, a busted cherry True and blue just like a blueberry Ask if she's crazy and I'll say very Livin in a house that's out on the prairie I worry about Mary cause Mary is scary! "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? "Mary, Mary.." I NEED YA HUGGIN "Mary, Mary.." WHY YA BUGGIN? |
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| 2:41 |
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Beats To The Rhyme
[D.M.C.] DJ's and MC's, coming up next is the one and only incredible, Jam Master Yo, back up off the ropes, punk [Run] Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made Party at the jammie til lights the night fade Trooping for the feature we all get paid So let's go [D.M.C.] Yo! D that's me, the King, the MC Rhyme get mine on the t-o-p Can another MC ever rock this beat? (Hell yeah) [Run-D.M.C.] It's like the A the B to the C It's easier than (1, 2, 3) (He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C.) So here's Run It's time for we to cease (So what?) So rhymers speak your peace Why? Cause you can't touch (Jam Master Jay) Cause he's number (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it) Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow Chance to give em is done I told yo For these routines like 1983 It's just a little reminder So those suckas is kinder A little message from (Run-D.M.C.) [Run] Cuts for days will amaze and maze But will make you sad to tan all the dance aways Got the mic, the man, the master plan But the ram, the jam (Know I am?) Goddamn! Spins he wins, clocking MS ends To his friends he lends, lotta joy he sends Jay lose today, this is what I say (Dick in your mouth all day) [D.M.C.] My beats were played and laid rhymes made Jay DJ'ed and I got paid Made something out of nothing (Yo D that's true) Yes my brother I would do it for you I roam in the zone of the microphone And I'm on the throne but I'm not alone Got bones of steel and not of stone I'm known to be prone and make your momma moan [Run] Time for the rhyme so let the stars shine Shame for the fame and the name combined Run for the fun but you can gimme your ring Show I gotta go so now a word from the King [D.M.C.] Hardcore, rhymes galore, giving you more And like I said before... Beats to the rhyme the name of this jam D that's me and that's who I am Rocking on the mic cause you know I can You gotta understand I don't give a damn [Run] Jay hit a play today I must say Hooray to the way that is A-OK As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play With (dick in your mouth) A little (dick in your mouth) A big (dick in your mouth all day) |
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| 5:03 |
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Down With The King
[Chorus] down with the king for years, about ten of 'em recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' you think that it is, it is, if not it isn't race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out gather, or rather form a circle around a loud 'cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out nope, shut him down, the king with a crown 'cause all you wanna be is dicky down [Chorus] (CL Smooth) two years ago, a friend of mine asked me to say some MC rhymes so I said this rhyme I'm about to say the rhyme was meeca, and it went this way wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skills Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats it's okay to parlay to fortee better tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather swing another Rodney King thing in our right but just like the white one I get no respect money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake from Hollis to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin' C.L. and Run DMC so rush it big time way before Hammer got to touch it remember the faces in all types of places look Ma, no shoelaces and I'm.... [Chorus] I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land I keep it hardcore because it's dope man these are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down not mean for a hoe like a slow jam, check it sucka emcees could never swing with D because of all the things that I bring with me only G-O-D could be a king to me and if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be the microphone is granted when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee the emcee fiends only seem to agree that I rock all the world and the society I rages on the stages with a tune of verse I get praises from these pages to the universe my voice is raw, my lyrics is law I keep it hardcore like you never saw [Chorus] (Pete Rock) I'm the man you see, in the place to be I went to John Jay University and since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge and after twelve grade I went straight to college down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger the P to the R, not an R&B singer the R to the U-N-D-MC'n the fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black pick up the bass, better yet leave a space so let me put my big black ??? on in to the early mornin' had skins doanin' mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo) I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock and now all the outty out flock is down with the king |
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| 4:56 |
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Many of our people
Stealing Gambling Many of our people turn to Crime, time, nah I get mine Climb, do fine, wine and just dine Make, break, ill and just take Fate for God sake a break is at stake Crack, wack, smack you right back In fact you might last to jack if I crack Cry, lie, do or just die Live positive and give, but that's why "I'm not" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") Dee the King me, and you knew it ?? ?? ??, so get to it You want to flaunt and talk, and you're tryin' To taunt and want and want, cause you're dyin' Your place, race, chase, and I seen it And now, child, bow, and I mean it I came, saw, kicked, and you saw it The crowd, proud and loud, and all for it ?? sin is wrong, so don't do it We invented the song, and you blew it I knew the time was right, so I wrote it Here's the hook, look, so just quote it "I'm not" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") Comin' off, time and time, and that's whether You, your crew, knew, whatever I did, done, do, I'm this clever I come again and win, and you'll never See a man like me, your idol So joke, smoke, toke, but this title The rhyme is mine, fine, and so vital It's time for me to rock, my recital Gonna tell you about a groove, that's comin' From the heart in part, and just one in A million, or you, will be bummin' So check the time, the rhyme, that comes from it Inside your brain, remain, so just keep it Plain, sane, refrain, so just peep it Look, see it, check, but never stop it The hook, comes, next, so Jay drop it! "I'm not" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") Gotta go Joe you know, to the T-O, P And see Dee, you know we know The way today I say, I'm not a Leo The King is Dee and Jay, he score ?? That's left to smile a while, keep grinnin' This past style, is wild, and I'm winnin Roll, stroll, control, and I'm coolin' The King of Rock and Roll, and I'm rulin' I rhyme, shock and stop, and I'm droppin' I pop hip-hop, I'm hip-hoppin' Receive a G ?? while I'm throwin' It's D.M.C. it's me, I'm not goin' "I'm not.." "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out" .. "like, like-like that!") Must, crush, us, you gotta Take, us, out, we're hotter Team, is, mean, a lot of Work, in, volved, we're smarter Dee, Jay, Run, no jokin' Hot, as, Hell, we're smokin' Punks, rumps, chumps, we're yokin' News, is, crews, are chokin' Out, like, that, not goin' In, like, men, we're growin' Chance, to, dance, not blowin' Go, to, show, don't roll in Don't, you, know, we're stayin' Here, to, show, not playin' Here's, the, jam, respect it Time, to, end, THIS RECORD! "I'm not.." "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!") |
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| 11. |
| 4:29 |
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[D.M.C.]
In your face, all the time All in your face when I'm kickin my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run-D.M.C... [Run] Knuckleheads in my face for a second But I move the crowd, and I reckon that a sucker might jump and try to bait So kill that noise and get out my FACE (punk) and let a real MC collect dollars The true crew and few come from Hollis, Queens and by all means necessary my vocabulary is very extensive, and expensive So hard it'll put you in intensive care Proceed with caution Often suckers get lost in the sauce when faces just start speakin on faces and leavin traces, other races be mocked and it sparks a fight, day and night dark and light - different types of faces [D.M.C.] Faces, faces And everywhere you go you see.. Yeah yeah yeah Break! As we come back on.. As we come back on.. All in your face, I place this rhyme! Facin this crew, you're facin your doom You got punched in the face as soon as you heard this tune! I race at a pace with no shoelaces to racist faces, placin disgraces Taste the bass of the racial facial Disgraceful tasteless racist faces Get out my face, don't bass, don't waste my time my brother, I'm not color blind I walk the face of the Earth, face death face the best and I'll just rip flip and trip won't shut up or let up Get out my face so we can go head up (Damn D!) Yo yo yo they don't understand me ?? when they always try to ban me Hypin the stereotype of a face and that's the problem with the human race Haste makes waste, don't trace to other places We're all the same but with different faces .. [Jay] Yeah D, and everywhere I go I see faces Faces sweatin you and they sweatin faces Around around the world, international faces Yeah, now bust it Yo, I took a look in the face of a girlie The way she looks that Jay must say somethin bout the way my afro is growin But is it funky? (YEAH!) Well okay Is she jockin my 'fro or my fade? Do she want me because of my name? I like the ladies, sweet and serious not those hoes, that plays, the game on every Tom Dick and Harry Shawn Jerry John Nick Curly Moe and Larry You thinkin you married? Well you CRAZY my baby you won't carry Cause I like a girl that's low-key That's how it's gotta be to be with me And I'll take her to all the exotic places The name of this jam is called FACES Yeah.. so many faces.. and everywhere I go I see faces and everywhere you go you see, the faces International faces, I'm a Afro and I'm outta here.. [ad libs to fade] |
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| 3:47 |
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Run`s House
A whole lot of superstars, on this stage her tonight But i want yall to know one thing-this is.... My House and when i say who's house, yall know what time it is. Who's house? Runs house! ah, once again my firend not a trend for then they said, rap was crap but never had this band till the ruler came with a cooler name make ya dance and prance and draw the fans to stades name is Run my son number one for fun not a gun that's done and get done by none the others act in fact ya just wack i kill why? because its fun my son and Run heads the bill! (chorus) Who's house? Run's house! (repeat twice) Im in the house yall im in the house yall and this is how Run DMC will turn it out yall im in the house yall im in the house yall and this is what run dmc be about yall will my name is dmc, the all-time great i buts the most rhymes in New York state Reporters Claw Producers die they want to be down with the king! the wanted man from the wanted clan wanted by every fan from across the land not a G.A.N.G from off the street R. and U.N. D.M.C complete! (chorus) get on the mic and (emcee) another time i take for the rhyme i make make me mad and sad because the fad is fake see i do this thing so come presue this king one mind i rhyme so all you just break cus im the best im def ask the rest they left thats my name my game and we dont need the rep so keep the booze you loose and suckas cool your mouth i set a trap for rap thats crap its run's house! (chorus) some underestimate and miscalculate my intent to create what i call the great till i make a song that i prove em wrong see my song so strong ittll make em come along come in the door get on the floor hard rock hard hitting hiphop hard-core causing casualties and catastrophes and tragedies for the suck emcees use a strategy to get the best of me you dirty rat emcees whoever you may be you need to go down south you need to shut your mouth its all about no doubt just shout cus we turn it out! (chorus) |
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You Be Illing
Verse 1 (One) day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin' This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny Went up to the front with a menu and his money He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um...is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac! You be illin' Verse 2 (To)day you won a ticket to see Doctor J Front row seat (in free!) no pay Radio in hand, snacks by feet Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn to the beat You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town Round his back, through the hoop, then you scream "Touchdown!" You be illin' Verse 3 The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?" She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance You be illin' Verse 4 (For) dinner, you ate it, there is none left It was salty, with butter and it was def You proceeded to eat it cos you was in the mood But holmes you did not read it was a can of dog food! You be illin' |
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Christmas In Hollis
[Run] It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark When I see a man chilling with his dog in the park I approached very slowly with my heart full of fear Looked at his dog oh my God an ill reindeer But then I was illin because the man had a beard And a bag full of goodies 12 o'clock had neared So I turned my head a second and the man had gone But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn I picket the wallet up then I took a pause Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus" A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right So I'm going home to mail it back to him that night But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree Was a letter from Santa and all the dough was for me [D.M.C.] It's Christmas time in Hollis Queens Mom's cooking chicken and collard greens Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees Decorate the house with lights at night Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright In the fireplace is the yule log Beneath the mistle toe as we drink egg nog The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's But each and every year we bust Chrsitmas carrols (Christmas melodies) [Run-D.M.C.] Rhymes so loud and prod you hear it It's Christmas time and we got the spirit Jack Frost chillin, the ?orchas out? And that's what Christmas is all about The time is now, the place is here And the whole wide world is filled with cheer [D.M.C.] My name's D.M.C. with the mic in my hand And I'm chilling and coolin just like a snowman So open your eyes, lend us an ear We want to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! |
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