girls look my way All on mines and they always say D.M.C., you look so cute In your Carhart suits and Adidas boots I'm not souped, I just troop Loop
whenever The clever get better (better) so get yourself together [Run] And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say [D.M.C.] And groove to the sound of
[feat. Thin C] [Chorus: Thin-C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like
smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E,
[Intro:] Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you
Intro: Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you
to shine Let's get 'em up high, c'mon [Chorus - 2X] [Black Thought] Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language I'm deprogrammin
ETERNITY RUN-D.M.C., K-I-N-G! "I'm the king of.." "ROCK AND ROLL!" "I'm the king of.." "ROCK AND ROLL!" "I'm the king of.." "ROCK", "I'm the king
[Run] Run.. (Run..) D.. (D) M.. (M) C.. (C) Rock.. (rock.. rock..) For you! (for you.. for you..) Fresh (fresh.. fresh..) [guitar solo] [Run] For all
, you gettin too close to me son It'd be fun if you didn't have a gun But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come come Now spit it from the tip
on n on on n on cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the
me, you gettin too close to me son It'd be fun if you didn't have a gun But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come come Now spit it from the tip
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
Run D M C Rock For you Fresh 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
Hey they used to call me easy D Because I rock on the mic so easily But now the call me DMC The DMC of the party The D's for duly all of the time M
, that's what I'm talkin' about right there You just can't get that, nowhere but this Ya know what I'm sayin', this is classic shit C'mon Groove to the