back in '84 Jay, Run, D, Macs rock knockin' at your door I'm the king Alright, never let ya down Of rock In the end it's just a rock song I'm the king
Jump... Dee... Jay... Run... DMC... Yeah...! What...? Who...? King...of...Rock...! I want to rock right now DJ Run, and I'm claiming my crown
so magnetic (I'm attracted to you) This thang is gettin deeper, now do you get it? Say yeah (yeah!) Uhh Say yeah (yeah!) C'mon Say yeah (yeah!) UNGHH
the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
my shop away from the cops Cause I'm a hustler, slash all that With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs That mean I got a plan, B-C and D
I see it, and I can't be nothing but real I guess they can't originate, so they do nothing but steal I'm sick and I'm tired, I'm not gon let it ride no
s how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it Inside the club packin', actin', Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin' Parlay, playin
I'm down with Luke and the Ghetto Bass sound! [Verse 3: JT Money] In this type of M-U-S-I-C I know I'm braggin', but I'm the best I see I seen professionals
against any oppressor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you
you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) [scream] {COME ON! } The thiiiings you dooooooooo... (Run
[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
About To Be Thrown Off The Throne And Ripped A New Asshole All I Hear Is I'm The Best At This And I'm Best At That But I Don't Hear My Name, No ?? Brought
say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm
no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin
ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm
sickas cell, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you Then I'm find
