" "rock and roll!" "I'm the king of " "rock and roll!" "I'm the king of " "rock", "I'm the king of " "rock" "I'm the king of " "rock and roll!" "I'm
'm the king of.." "ROCK", "I'm the king of.." "ROCK" "I'm the king of.." "ROCK AND ROLL!" "Soulllllll!" "ROCK AND ROLL!" "Soulllllll!" "ROCK AND ROLL!" "Soulllllll!" "ROCK AND.." "ROCK" "ROCK" [Run
go They call me Sugar Baby Shi-da-loh I'm one fourth of the migh-ty G-double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O [Khujo] Yo, this ain't no chain
to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll Music for whatcha, for
I gets on, rockin round the clock In school I used to doodle, nowadays I use my noodle And I'll be rockin planets, and soon I'm livin fatter I'm a levelheaded
that [Run] and that's the way it is [Kid Rock] Beats get ya ? hurrah [Run:] Jay [Kid Rock:] homes eatin' Joe's, the punks on this Rover [Run:] Jay, Run, and D M C
said, "Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'im Darryl Mack" I turned around and said, "Word up cop!" He said, "D.M.C
Run] and I'll put up the peace sign [D.M.C.] And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told D's bold, and suckers'll fold [Run] And I'm Run
up Run," [DING DONG], "it's the bell!" Jay to the door as he leaves the cut for his eyes a surprise, "D.M.C. WHASSUP?" [D.M.C.] I need a little help
see, Jam Master jammin' Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam [guitar riff + half of "WHOO!"] [Run-D.M.C.] He adds a little soul, to rock'n'roll Every
your name? D.M.C.! The King is me! Your High-ness, or His Majesty! Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great! Dissin
beebop a we rock a scoobie doo and guess what america we love you cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul you could rock till you're a hundred and
n Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while
but Arbor and Gail I mean Sprinkle Me homey 'cause I'm 'bout dollars and cents And if you ain't hauling dollars, well, you ain't holler In FlintI'd rather
to gassin', get to mashin' D-12 broke up, were you bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine
