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Run D.M.C |
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Rock for you, fresh |
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For all you sucker, MC's perpetratin' a fraud |
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Your rhymes are cold whack and keep the crowd cold lost |
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You're the kind of guy that girl ignored |
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I'm drivin' Caddy, you fixin' a Ford |
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My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name's Lord |
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and when I'm rockin on the mic, you should all applaud |
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Because we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin' |
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We rock from the floor up the ceilin' |
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We groove it, you move it, it has been proven |
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We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin' |
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We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it |
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We'll diss a sucker, MC make the other suckers hate it |
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We're risin', suprisin' and often hypnotizin' |
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We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in |
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No curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid |
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Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade |
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Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail |
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Witty as could be and not for sale |
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Always funky, fresh, could never be stale |
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Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail |
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I couldn't wait to demonstrate |
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All the super def rhymes that I create |
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I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard |
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And anything else is quite absurd |
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I'm the master of a mic, that's what I say |
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And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway |
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Bust into the party, come in the place |
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See the first things come, the music in your face |
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Tears down the walls, some of the floor |
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With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore |
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So listen to this because it can't be missed |
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And you can't leave til you're dismissed |
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You can do anything that you want to |
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But you can't leave until we're through |
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So relax your body and your mind |
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And listen to us say this rhyme, hey |
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You might think that you have waited |
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long enough til the rhyme was stated |
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But if it were a test it would be graded |
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With a grade that's not debated |
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Nothing too deep and nothing dense |
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And all our rhymes make a lot of sense |
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So move your butt to the cut |
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Run amok, you're not in a rut |
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Each and everybody out there, we got the notion |
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We want to see y'all all in motion |
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Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down |
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Move your body to the funky sound |
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Side to side, back and forth |
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We're the two MC's and we're gonna go off |
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Stand in place, walk or run |
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Tap your feet, you'll be on the one |
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Just snap your fingers and clap the hands |
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Our DJ's better than all these bands |
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We got all the lines and all the rhymes |
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We don't drop dimes and we don't do crimes |
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We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines |
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And never wear the vest they call the Calvin Klein's |
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'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine |
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Don't want nobody's name on my behind |
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Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet |
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D by my side and Jay with the beat |
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Jay, we don't, we don't stop |
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Don't stop, Jay |
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One, two, three |
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Hollis Crew |
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But for the love now |
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Cool T now, hah |
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My, my man Jam Master |
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Is in his place to be Jay |
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The big beat blaster, wake up |
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Straight on the ramp |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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All the way live |
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Remember you don't stop |
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Kickin it and you don't stop |
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Rock, dot, dot, rock the spot |
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Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah |
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Run, rocks it well, well |
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With the Clientele, Krush Groove |
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Young ladies in the place |
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We, we're in the hottest space, hah |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Homeboys, now we're talkin' autographs |
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Autographs and autographs |
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Fly girls in the place |
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Homeboys, Hollis Crew |
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Get back, get back |
