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Yeah, one, two, one, two and I say as we let the music play |
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This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray |
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From all the homeboys around the way |
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So def it won't get an F, Jay receives an A for his essay |
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Spins till you're dizzy born to get busy |
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Is he the Jam Master? Isn't he or is he? |
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And my name is D.M.C. the K I N G |
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The car that I drive is called a Caddy |
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The drink that I drink is called O.E. |
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And I wear my glasses |
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So I can see my homeboy right next to me |
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His name is DJ Run shoots a gift like a gun |
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Slays suckers one by one rather chill than kill |
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'Cause the killing is no fun |
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So together forever crew be tougher than leather |
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We gonna slay the bad ones until there are none |
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Run D.M.C.'s award nominee |
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The K I N G's of all M I C's |
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Like Hercules, with rhymes like these |
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Never crackin' not lackin' and I still pull G's |
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Well, I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad |
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Who be less when they 'fess, against the test |
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And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist |
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Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list |
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So go a-head and stand, check out the man |
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With a clan, never ran and in demand |
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So just a |
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Bust a rhyme |
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It's a must cause I'm |
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Funky fresh, in the flesh and you know the time |
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Why don't ya, bust it son |
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'Cause I'm number one |
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Just do it, pursue it |
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Hit it Run |
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Yo I'm flowin' and showin' rocks knots and shockin' the mind |
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I'm only chillin' and killin', so won't you check out the rhyme |
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Meetin' greatin' and seatin', suckers all in a row |
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Crashin' mashin' and bashin', my name is Run, call me Joe |
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Fat as ever and clever and never second to none |
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Wearin' leather and better DJ Run |
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(What's your name?) |
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But in the summer's a bummer 'cause I leave 'em at home |
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Just Adidas and me and [unverified] and D on the phone |
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Diggin' eyein' the crown, sellin' skills by the pound |
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Makin' breakin' and takin' all of the suckers around |
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Puttin' fear in the heart, at the top of the chart |
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Stunning gunning and funning, 'cause Run's running this art |
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DJ's facing the rage, never losing a show |
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'Cause when the set is a match, then they're ready to go |
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Swervin' curvin' deservin', the grass grow everyday |
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'Cause makin' money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ? |
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Full in effect, set comin' correct |
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Yet gainin' respect, still breakin' a neck |
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I'm coolin' and chillin', not foolin' with illin' |
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On the mission it's thrillin' and I'll make a killin' |
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My higher desire, go high and then fly ya |
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Makes me the Messiah, I'll never retire |
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I'm spankin' and bankin', high rankin' and skankin' |
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Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and flaking |
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My boys on the side, the front and the back |
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A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl Mack |
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Not workin' for free, pocket full with a G |
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And they always ask me, D.M.C. |
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"How would ya do it Dee?" |
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On the go with Joe, makin' pay with Jay |
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All day, why? 'Cause I'm livin' that way |
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One wonders, what? How it gets done |
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I hear questions, from who? From everyone |
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I'm cool, I broke the rule |
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Breakin' all but laws, when I break fool |
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'Cause I'm the man that was born to rule |
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Every girl in the world and make them drool |
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It's easy to be, it's easy to D |
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It's easy to G, it's easy to me |
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Wanna know how I do it, got a goal, I pursue it |
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Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you knew it |
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The answers, from questions, I'm tellin' to thee |
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'Cause they always ask me, D.M.C. |
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"How would ya do it Dee?" |
