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Radio station, on vacation |
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Wonder where Run was, damn be patient |
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Comin' to the rescue, people won't let you |
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Forget about my DJ and my crew |
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Pickin' up the pieces, nephews and nieces |
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Chocolate in a peanut butter cup called Reese's |
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Took a little break, for goodness sake |
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Gotta chill, get ill, cold fishin' by the lake |
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Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened |
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Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin' |
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Darryl and Joe 'cause the DJ's Jason |
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Hear no fear, dear radio station |
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Radio station, around the nation |
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Run, D and Jason, made a dedication |
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To those listenin', we're not dissin' 'em |
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Recording and rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em |
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Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long |
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Jay, D and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on |
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I always say to Joe, turn on the radio |
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Jam Master Jay will know, that is the way to go |
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While Jay's DJin', I will be sayin', rhymes that are playin' |
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FM or AM on hot rotation, a winning combination |
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AM, FM, music modulation, rappin' on the mic is my occupation |
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That's what I like, dear radio station |
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AM, FM, thought that I left them |
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Back and exact never wack no more jet set |
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Run made a return, D makin' me earn |
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Jay gotta play on the radio we burn |
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Hotter than a fire, kids goin' higher |
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Told you on the album that was prior |
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Two that's tougher than, nobody rougher when |
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Run-D.M.C., throwin' down like a bufferin' |
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Relievin' all pain, receiving much gain |
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Remaining entertaining, while we entertain |
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For the black, white, Chinese, Spanish, Indian, Haitian |
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Hear no fear, dear radio station |
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D, Joe, Jason, radio station |
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Saw that, format, you be placin' |
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Records other than, Run, go cover and |
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Put 'em on your list, people hear and discover them |
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Take or break the tunes that make it |
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D gotta be on top and shake it |
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Keep on rockin' it, ain't no stoppin' |
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My alliance droppin' science on the radio poppin' it |
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One top ten again, Run's gonna win again |
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Jay's gonna spin again, on the FM again |
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I coulda and shoulda and woulda, wrote a letter |
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But a speech that'll reach the streets is much better |
