Song | Rock Box |
Artist | Run-D.M.C. |
Album | Run-D.M.C. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McDaniels, Simmons, Smith | |
Rock Box | |
Run.. (run..) d.. (d) m.. (m) c.. (c) | |
Rock.. (rock.. rock..) | |
For you! (for you.. for you..) | |
Fresh (fresh.. fresh..) | |
{*guitar solo*} | |
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*} | |
Because the rhymes i say, sharp as a nail | |
Witty as can be and not for sale | |
Always funky fresh, could never be stale | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
So move your butt, to the cut | |
Run amuk, you're not in a rut | |
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion | |
We want to see y'all all in motion | |
Just shake, wiggle jump up and down | |
Move your body to the funky sound | |
Side to side, back and forth | |
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 | |
Just snap your fingers and clap your hands | |
Our dj's better than all these bands | |
Huh!! | |
{*jam master jay cuts then instrumental breaks down*} | |
we got all the lines | |
and all the rhymes | |
we don't drop dimes | |
and we don't do crimes | |
we bake a little cake with duncan hines | |
and never wear the vest they call the calvin kleins | |
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 | |
- (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*} |
zuo ci : McDaniels, Simmons, Smith | |
Rock Box | |
Run.. run.. d.. d m.. m c.. c | |
Rock.. rock.. rock.. | |
For you! for you.. for you.. | |
Fresh fresh.. fresh.. | |
guitar solo | |
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 peasyhead and still get paid | |
Jam master cut the record up and down and crossfade | |
guitar solo | |
Because the rhymes i say, sharp as a nail | |
Witty as can be and not for sale | |
Always funky fresh, could never be stale | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
So move your butt, to the cut | |
Run amuk, you' re not in a rut | |
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion | |
We want to see y' all all in motion | |
Just shake, wiggle jump up and down | |
Move your body to the funky sound | |
Side to side, back and forth | |
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 | |
Just snap your fingers and clap your hands | |
Our dj' s better than all these bands | |
Huh!! | |
jam master jay cuts then instrumental breaks down | |
we got all the lines | |
and all the rhymes | |
we don' t drop dimes | |
and we don' t do crimes | |
we bake a little cake with duncan hines | |
and never wear the vest they call the calvin kleins | |
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 | |
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, ddot, ddot, rock the spot.. | |
Stick em.. and you don' t stop, hah.. | |
Run.. rocks it well, wewellewell.. | |
Awith 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 |
zuò cí : McDaniels, Simmons, Smith | |
Rock Box | |
Run.. run.. d.. d m.. m c.. c | |
Rock.. rock.. rock.. | |
For you! for you.. for you.. | |
Fresh fresh.. fresh.. | |
guitar solo | |
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 peasyhead and still get paid | |
Jam master cut the record up and down and crossfade | |
guitar solo | |
Because the rhymes i say, sharp as a nail | |
Witty as can be and not for sale | |
Always funky fresh, could never be stale | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
So move your butt, to the cut | |
Run amuk, you' re not in a rut | |
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion | |
We want to see y' all all in motion | |
Just shake, wiggle jump up and down | |
Move your body to the funky sound | |
Side to side, back and forth | |
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 | |
Just snap your fingers and clap your hands | |
Our dj' s better than all these bands | |
Huh!! | |
jam master jay cuts then instrumental breaks down | |
we got all the lines | |
and all the rhymes | |
we don' t drop dimes | |
and we don' t do crimes | |
we bake a little cake with duncan hines | |
and never wear the vest they call the calvin kleins | |
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 | |
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, ddot, ddot, rock the spot.. | |
Stick em.. and you don' t stop, hah.. | |
Run.. rocks it well, wewellewell.. | |
Awith 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 |