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Run D.M.C
Rock for you, fresh
For all you sucker, MCs perpetratin a fraud
Your rhymes are cold whack and keep the crowd cold lost
Youre the kind of guy that girl ignored
Im drivin Caddy, you fixin a Ford
My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle names Lord
and when Im rockin on the mic, you should all applaud
Because were wheelin, dealin, we got a funny feelin
We rock from the floor up the ceilin
We groove it, you move it, it has been proven
We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin
We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it
Well diss a sucker, MC make the other suckers hate it
Were risin, suprisin and often hypnotizin
We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in
No curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade
Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail
Witty as could be and not for sale
Always funky, fresh, could never be stale
Took a test to become an MC and didnt fail
I couldnt wait to demonstrate
All the super def rhymes that I create
Im a wizard of a word, thats what you heard
And anything else is quite absurd
Im the master of a mic, thats what I say
And if I didnt say that, youd say it anyway
Bust into the party , come in the place
See the first things come, the music in your face
Tears down the walls, some of the floor
With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore
So listen to this because it cant be missed
And you cant leave til youre dismissed
You can do anything that you want to
But you cant leave until were through
So relax your body and your mind
And listen to us say this rhyme, hey
You might think that you have waited
long enough til the rhyme was stated
But if it were a test it would be graded
With a grade thats not debated
Nothing too deep and nothing dense
And all our rhymes make a lot of sense
So move your butt to the cut
Run amok, youre not in a rut
Each and everybody out there, we got the notion
We want to see yall all in motion
Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down
Move your body to the funky sound
Side to side, back and forth
Were the two MCs and were gonna go off
Stand in place, walk or run
Tap your feet, youll be on the one
Just snap your fingers and clap the hands
Our DJs better than all these bands
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We dont drop dimes and we dont do crimes
We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
And never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins
Cause Calvin Kleins no friend of mine
Dont want nobodys name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat
Jay, we dont, we dont stop
Dont stop, Jay
One, two, three
Hollis Crew
But for the love now
Cool T now, hah
My, my man Jam Master
Is in his place to be Jay
The big beat blaster, wake up
Straight on the ramp
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All the way live
Remember you dont stop
Kickin it and you dont stop
Rock, dot, dot, rock the spot
Stick em and you dont stop, hah
Run, rocks it well, well
With the Clientele, Krush Groove
Young ladies in the place
We, were in the hottest space, hah
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Homeboys, now were talkin autographs
Autographs and autographs
Fly girls in the place
Homeboys, Hollis Crew
Get back, get back