| Song | Rock Box |
| Artist | Run-D.M.C. |
| Album | Run-D.M.C. |
| 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*} |
| 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 |