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1. _ To The Maker
Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh
Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh
*repeats in background*
[run-d.m.c.]
A to the maker, i dedicated my rap
For the creator, there's nothing greater than that..
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2. _ In The House
[run]
Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room
Came with the fame with my name came a tune
The king of rock, there is none higher
God ?? with madonna not melodic like mariah,
Carey, when larry put me in his caddy i made my album
I rock the funky beat like marky mark be rockin calvin,
Klein's, no friend of mine, i told you pryor,
Richard, switch it all around now you admire
"my adidas" was a hit in eighty-six it made me dollars
Stompin straight through compton niggaz there was screamin, "hollis!"
Back to the top, you're bout to get dropped
Go for what you know or ride the bo' and get stopped
My man darryl mack, dressed in all black
I pass the mic to d (and d.m.c.'ll pass it back)
Rappers won't be dissin after this rap song
Cause they sing like rodney king, "can't we all just get along?"
Chorus
[d.m.c.]
From a harder core, i'm kickin the raw
I wreck it on tour, i'm breakin your jaw
This is what run-d.m.c.'ll be about y'all
I make the party people want to scream and shout y'all
I'm just a b-boy, so watch me destroy
You best believe in you're receivin d.m.c. boy
I used to explode, i never let go
I let the tec go back because i said so
Yeah i'm a hoodlum, but i'm a good one
So punks gunnin for my run i wish they would come
So back up, mr. softy cause you're not hard
You're never comin off because i got god
Just ?? ?? and get a beat down
Never weak kid, i come up with more street sounds
Rhymes galore and soarin 'cross the floor an'
Some more is pourin, knockin down your door an'
Chorus
[run]
C'mon and jump to the rhythm i give em is what i give em
When i get em i just hit em and split em
And when i split em lit em up like a bulb in the dark
I made you blink you figure out, cause i know you're the mark
I gotta lotta what i gotta, that'll be what i got
So step to me or d.m.c and it'll be in your heart
Now ease up back off the bo-zack, you know that you bite
You think you're doin me or d? nigga please.. (what?)
Chorus
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3. _ For 10 Years
[d.m.c.]
For the past, decade..
And the last, ten years..
Many reps were made..
Many debts were paid!
Some crews, paid dues..
Others refused, to lose..
And that's alllllllllllll, the news!
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4. _ Big Willie
[run] one two, one two..
[dmc] and this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And i am, d.m.c..
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless for rhymes
[run]
You got to save it for david and wave it if you think that i gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By kickin dollars straight to hollis i'm off the ground b
I never heard of such where niggaz stand and i fell
I'm doin years with this career like patti la-belle
And if i ever was to fall i fell upon ya
Like ?? i made my mind i come to con ya
I see females i tell them yo my word is bond huh
Like terri teresa tammi tawana tarena and tonya
I'm comin hard i got your head and yeah the lock's on
I threw you up, why did your daddy ?? cock strong
I rock i wreck i rip a rhyme i ??
My rap is right i write a rip-and-ready rock song
[d.m.c.]
Call on the brother to come and get dumb
Until the def drum come as they come, when they come
I said i rip some, tearin them up, a big up
A whattup? a nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up
I knock down the walls because i got to
The rock sound because i hip-hop new
Not the old, gold, from around the neck
And when i grab ahold you give me nuff respect
In a black bm, with my contact lens
When the track begins, i'm setting new rap trends
Lettin lyrics i lay down
You play loud i stay proud with jay down you stay down
Get up on the truck song, the one you put your buck on
You're stuck on, you're luck on, you're sucked on
A lollipop sucka
I snuck ya, i struck ya, you stupid mother..
[run]
I gotta come my name is run and me and d we been appointed
I'm ever so clever you never touch the annointed
I'm born again i got a friend the lord i rearrange
But other than that i'm livin fat and ain't nuthin changed
Big willie still in your grilly, you better block son
I bust you up and then i blast you with my bop gun
A million times rhyme risin to the prime
While another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme
Be instead i'd rather leave another brother dead
Cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread
I'm makin papers, brothers catchin vapors
Try to lick shot, you get got, catch you later
This ain't the cosby show you know what it's like a different world
We're livin inside a world where you get the cash, you hit the girl
So check the hypness, i'm not livin like this
I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness
You comin butt when you wish upon a star
But i could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar!
.. *guitar and scratches* ..
[d.m.c.]
Heads up my brother, here comes another
Word to the verb the urge to discover
A lover, you hover, you smother, my brother
You can't do nothin other than take the record out the cover
You get the song at it's strong and randomn flow
You sing along cause the words you heard you know
Hostyle the style that style is wild
The penile is where i goes and smile
Because i pop a lot, they try to lock me up
Because i rock the block, they try to stop me up
But i'm sly as a fox i can rocks
I got smarts when they starts tradin shots they get dropped
I pull my card i pull my card i pull my card not
I use the rock to be hard, i'm a hard rock
You get a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot
You better read a lot because you really need a lot of
Information, and some education
Cause i'm replacin what you hearin on your station
Darryl is a mack, joe is in the public
Jason leads the nation and i know you're gonna love it, jay!!
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5. _ Come On Everybody
[run] mic checka..
[dmc] yes y'all, and i am..
The grand, imperial wizard.. d.m.c..
And you're listening to the sounds..
As we take you onnnnnn down..
To the lasssssssssssst stop!
Chorus: run-d.m.c. (repeat 4x)
Come on everybody, let's all get down
[run]
K-k-k-coolin (coolin) relaxin and we're coolin
Rulin while we're schoolin ?? the teacher who ya foolin?
While in, trainin, your brain and foe are entranced
I talk to tiny tots and just like watson, "elementary"
[d.m.c.]
Back in eighty-two and three i made the word 'def'
Gave life to the mic now you know liggity-left
Riggity-right (right, all that, swinger)
You was crappin in your pampers now don't tamper with the ??
[run]
Baddest of the bad, i think of thickness here i come
I get dumb (diddy) dumb (diddy diddy) dumb dumb
(and here we go) here we go! here we here we here we go
A lot (of niggaz) bitin (off my) old style flow
But up off the subject, you know i shut em down an'
I think i seen em sinkin matter fact i seen em drownin
(yo who kicks the flavor?) dj run'll keep you guessin
Here's a little tip, it's the tribe for your quest'n
Two-seven and i'm representin, comin from hollis
Queens is what i mean, ma dukes is cookin collards
Feelin like ??, and matched up sticks
Down with the king, and we swing it on the mix
Of a funky funky (new new) b-boy sound
So come on everybody let's all get down
Chorus
[d.m.c.]
Break backs, make tracks, take acts and wax a nigga
That lacks take gats tap at the trigga
D.m.c. you see i got a little bigga
Jam master jay a with the zigga-zigga
Produce, bamboost, let loose the sound
No groups or troops could boo me down
I slam and jam, command the land
Don't give a damn they ban, my band will stand
I come to you all knew my crew is true
Do what i do, i do since eighty-two
I got the rhyme, get mine, i got to climb
I won't retire, get higher, i won't resign
I'm here to stay okay won't fade away
I'm movin past the past i last all day
So here we go, i flow, you know the sound
So check the show, and yo, let's all get down
Chorus
.. yes yes y'all, a we don't stop (8x)
[run]
So come on and flip for me, grip and slip into a hipper tone
Not on the dull your skull, cause run'll rip a dope
Snare on the tear, rare you never heard this
This service served you well and i can tell you're gettin nervous
Run, here it come, get some, it's on the diddy-dumb
See a silly soft sucker down there ?? ?? of run
Rowdy then you're audi gotta go don't want to be us
Torn then you're gone, word bond, none can see us
Hop-along on your way, skip-along little skippy
'fore i fly that box, me bust you all upper-lippy
Chorus 2x
[q-tip]
Tribe called quest, and you don't stop
The midnight marauders, yeah you don't stop
Phife diggidy, yeah you don't stop
Ali shaheed, c'mon you don't stop
?? ??, yeah you don't stop
Check it on out, because you don't stop
To my niggaz out on linden, you don't stop
The hardheads in effect, you don't stop
And to my niggaz in hollis, you don't stop
All the kids up on farmers, you don't stop
And to my peoples uptown, you don't stop
And all my peoples up in brooklyn, you don't stop
And all my peoples in the bronx, you don't stop
Zulu in effect, you don't stop
And to my people out west, you don't stop
A run-d.m.c., gettin mad props
Check it on out, thanks to run
And thanks to d, and jmj
We on the way, up to the top
Never ever stop, gettin mad props, check it out
"then i'm out like shout, ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh
Ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh! there it is baby pah.." -> leaders of the new school
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6. _ Get Open
We get open! (8x)
[run]
I seen you hopin and scopin i'm copin as i get you wide open
Dyin and lyin while you're cryin and mopin
Flippin and rippin money-grippin be gropin
The baddest apparatus got the fad as i'm open
I never slip or fell, i raise up ?? well
I bash you in your bell, you got static in hell
And when you seen the fire you got jealous, you jeal'
So sucker just retire, you admire my skill
I'm never the type of guy to close the door in your face
I got you wide open, run is runnin a race
Takin what's mine and what's left is a waste
Leavin them behind and all suckers on the chase
Got a dope track, comin real dope an'
I get legit, we get, i get..
We get open! (14x)
We get..
[jam master jay]
Word up!
I freak the beat up, boom! now bass up, pick the pace up
Jam master blastin through the plaster cause i has ta
Hard rocks like to rock it, you can't stop it
?? poll in ten years, i'ma walk away a prophet ??
You don't stop, i stop styles in the attic
Kick the fat flavor that you can't be mad at
?? what's the matter, more mix in granny's batter
Run-d.m.c.'s fatter, so kill the chit-chatter
Zigga zigga jay, jigga jigga pump pump
Gettin bigger babe pah, figure nigga freak the funk
3 in the head, ten yards to go
Blow up the spot for those that forgot
Stay stable as a navel, try an' rhyme rough and able
(with the baldhead kidz!) word up, blow up the label
Boom boom boom, broke-in, got ya jok-in
Me, run and d, we're gettin open!
We get open! (16x)
We get..
[d.m.c.]
Open the door, let me in
So my rhyme, can now begin
Forget the hit and all the (shit)
That you used to get with, because it's not legit
I rewrote the script, i flip the ship
I bust a lip, it's time to rip the mic i grip
Darryl mcdan', use abuse
I bruise the crews, i refuse to lose
My composure, i will bulldoze ya
A froze enclosure, where no one knows ya
Who dat - who flew that head, well it's said
D put the head to bed and you're dead
Moms is cryin, mc's is dyin
I'm knockin down jaws with paws, like a lion
I wrote the dope quotes, now the punks is scopin
I knuckle up and punch and bust his fronts open
We get open! (8x)
[jam master jay and onyx]
Word up, i'd like to thank g-o-d (man above)
Run-d.m.c. in the house (representin no question)
Onyx in the house (word up)
??cha skills?? on the wheels (word up)
Word up j-m-j ?? in the house
Randy d, get with me
We, we get, we, we get, we..
We get open! (32x)
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7. _ What's Next
* if anybody knows the reggae artist and/or can translate, please e-mail me
[run] one two, one two, and i say..
[dmc] yo whassup whassup whassup?
[ ? ] girls gone crazy for the 90's
[run] x amount of girls in the house
[dmc] you hear?
[ ? ] mcx (i like it..) get mad!
A with a hip to the hop to the hip-hop reggae
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-watch dis!
[reggae chorus]
[d.m.c.]
I was walkin down broadway the other day
In new york it was a bored day with my man jay
Lots of lovely ladies like a-lookin our way
Play like willie mays all-star and 'say hey'
Then i seen a girl so beautiful i wanted to know
I said there's none as cute as you now which way you go?
Into my rap now won't you check out my flow
Darryl the mack attack come check out my show
Check out my records, i make my message clear
In this direction, where do we go from here?
[reggae chorus + chatta]
[run]
Now bust it, seen i'm looker cleaner and leaner at the arena
Tina scheamin like a schemer so tina, jump in my beemer
So we did, so we jump in and jet
Put it in gear pull up ??, pop a pumpin cassette
I figured the girlie was ridin my jock, cause the way that she rocked
Knew my limit from the minute that she started to clock
I'm lovin her coverin her rubbin her down til she started to frown
I said yo lady bust it baby, where do i go now? so..
Check out my records, i make my message clear
In this direction, where do we go from here?
[reggae chorus + chatta]
[run]
Now bust it pen to the hand i am the grand writer
Wrote a plan for you ma'am and damn, beautiful
To make you move to my groove is here
So my dear be of good cheer i make it perfectly clear
Not number two you're the one when all is said and is done
Serious as the cancer give a answer to run, so..
Check out my records, i make my message clear
In this direction, where do we go from here?
[reggae chorus]
[d.m.c.]
I kick the lyrics strictly wreckin the head
Not forgetten what is written, stickin to what is said
When d is mc'n there's no bein mislead
Got to have her and like shabba i am wicked in bed (hehehehe)
The woman made me wonder, she's the one i will wed
So i turned to the ??, and a dis is what i said
I said give me your number i'ma give you a call
Check it out y'all, check it out y'all
Check out my records, i make my message clear
In this direction, where do we go from here?
[reggae]
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8. _ Wreck Shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
[d.m.c.]
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can i tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved the way for days, i'm a new wave yeller
For decades gettin paid, comin straight from the cellar
The paper was my trade so i stayed in the lab
Now the record's gettin played on the tape that you have
I'm like a heavyweight with a great left jab
Keep it truck diesel for the sake of the ave
Never bring no witness cause i freak this with uniqueness
For the rap fan, black man talks decent
Prop me, jock me, rock but don't stop me
If a man's got belief then a man's got beef
Sometimes i get sore from the war of a tour
To wreck it down ??, to get the crowd to roar
The records get dropped and my lyrics get popped
Let me off next stop cause i'm flex to wreck shop now
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
[run]
Bust it!
I wreck shop, now pull your leg i beg your pardon
And rock a wicked rhyme like eighty-seven at the garden
The hardest of the hard and i be harder for the hardened
?? but the smartest broken artists by the carton
Livin while i'm givin ?? ??
Not hear to bust your bubble send your trouble down the drain
Hurry on the double cool and subtle that's our game
My crew came out the huddle and i know you'll feel the pain
We wreck shop, and i can see they always give in
Life is like a mic and that's exactly how i'm livin
Ladies love the lover and the lover love the women
My name is dj run but you can call me joseph simmons and
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
[d.m.c.]
Cop, you can't stop or drop, you shop wrecker
The mic checker, i take my pilgramage to mecca
Jay with the records still a dose of double-decker
Me and run'll come and have some fun, and we'll wreck a
Shop on down, to the last stop, ha
We're givin rhythm to the wisdoms on the block, ha
And ain't no business be a witness to the shot, ha
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ??
Stomp the competition, opposition seeks to
Confuse abuse and use all that i speak to
I bust a sucker, a nucca that i speak through
They keep pursuin never doin d.m.c. you
Get ready set up, i'm bout to go head up
You better shut up, you're gonna be a dead up
Bucked and stuck your butt broke and chopped
The east coast boast the most, we wreck shop now!
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
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9. _ Can I Get A Witness
Chorus: run-d.m.c. (repeat 4x)
Can you kick it like i kick it when i kick this,
Can i get a witness? (yes you can!)
[run]
New jacks better back up, before they get smacked up
By the r-u-n-d-m-c (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my adidas and gangster hats
A ?? ?? ??, yo here we go
I'm tired of brothers tryin to front like they don't hear me though
Knowin if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be able
Cause i'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still ain't finished yet
I didn't get old, i got better at the craft
Sat back and watched you try to kick it but you made us laugh
So get back, you already had your chance to dance
You proved you had no waist to fit in this man's pants
Word to god, i'm back fo' sho'
Hollis queens gettin wreck so act like you know
Chorus
[d.m.c.]
As i spit this and get this out of my throat
I need a witness to get with this - take notes
Great quotes like boats float flowin so dope
Never givin up hope, nope, know what i wrote
I'ma saver spectator educator entertainer
You wanna ask me, can't be now or later
I'm a rough rugged person, been that way from the start
Darryl mack got the knack to put the h in heart
(and it ain't no fun, to step to d and run
But if you wanna step up, step up and get that ass - done)
A reporter with recorder was recordin the slaughter
As i'm peepin 'cross the border leapin water keepin order
Lit it up like a spliff, get a whiff of this hit
Cause i flick em like bits, and i bust 'em like zits
Dippin down to grip this microphone i rip this
I'm glad not sad i flipped this, now can i get a witness
Chorus
[run]
Can i get a witness, can i hit a, never been ?? fitness
Don't play like i'm bitter, when you come with your best
And i make a suggestion save it david with your bull
Cause you're full of congestion
Soft? never me, never get more hard
The king of kings, lord of lords, is the one lord god
Can i can i get a witness ?? ?? next
To my god, dj run and i kick it
[d.m.c.]
Suckers suckers suckers
Suckers get flipped when i start to flip
Slip in a clip when they die i dip
Still spray a gun, see how dj run
Leave a sucker stunned, gettin ill to the drum
Mic check and i wreck and i'm second to none
Accept it don't regret it i expect to get dumb
So don't you forget this, we'll put you on the hitlist
To stick ya stick ya wicked wickedest can i get a witness
Chorus
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10. _ Hit 'em Hard
[run]
Next.. next.. next..
Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest
Three the hardest from hollis
If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son
Run-d.m.c. and jam master jay say, hey!
Come come and see the way we play ?? away day
In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth
If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout south
I'm out - of course the force from up north
Ain't up for grabs yup whattup then it's up yours!
You see we ain't open up doors - that's business
We knocked those things off the motherfunkin hinges
Whoever said we fell off, i have no taste for it
We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't wait for it
Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge
Watch it gitty-god or you'll be head and titty scarred
?? alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
Chorus: run-d.m.c.
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?
Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard - what?
Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard..
(d!)
[d.m.c.]
The hard hitter, i come to cross a critter splitter
Gold digger, better get a babysitter
I'm daddy, cruisin like a caddy braggin
Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon
Pull a magnum, point it and i spat it at him
Then i stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em
Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off
I'm comin hard, i'm one with god i'm never soft
I'm a father, to all the kids i'm gettin rid of
Livin larger, i give it to the highest bidder
So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk
The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk
I pull a pump, and bump you off into a dump
You hear a thump, because i had to stump a rump
From hollis ave., i'll have you on the boulevard
I pull your card, word to god you know i'm hittin hard
Chorus
[run]
Well as the mode explode (run..) ?? when i'm layin one
Listen what i'm sayin (run..) no playin are you obeyin run
Bass is placed on the case (run..) and it'll soon crash
Sound beatdown auggghhhh! *explosion* another boom bash
See me and first thing they'll be like cursin i'm rehearsin it
You're weak and you're wack and you'll be the second and i'm first in it
Comin at you hard with god we're never feelin odd
Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred
Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear
Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me
You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out
You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with the
Trendy wear and your nappy hair
Never give a glare too rare you just stare
Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear
Cause run'll beat ya, got to reach ya, ?? ??, and i'ma
Chorus 2x
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11. _ 3 In The Head
"do or die!" (2x)
[run]
Come on stand up, still-a, a nigga that's gettin iller
If you're weak and/or you're sleepin
(then what?) you get the cap i peel up
And til-i, i kill a sucker duck dope dealer
Sold to my brother but the ghetto stands stiller
Still-a, standin, commandin and demandin
From the get-go got the ghetto get a medal cause it's standin
I'm makin a buck, they takin a buck, the tax that attacks the world
A system built to diss em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls
They starvin, we're starvin, keepin a nine to five an'
Try to hold us down, keep us out but we be risin
Risin, risin, risin like the cream
Stiggidy stiggidy stiggidy still, stiggidy standin for the team
Chorus one: run-d.m.c. (repeat 2x)
We put three in the head
And the little one said roll over, roll over
"do or die!"
[d.m.c.]
I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that i'm steppin on
The one you're bettin on you're lucky like a leprechaun
I turn my weapon on my record ?? ??
Mic checkin and i'm wreckin and i'm checkin on
So check it check it out, i'm gonna rock the house
Without a doubta i'ma shout about to turn it out
So take a step back, i gotta wreck track
I got a rep for breakin necks, i get respect black
(damn damn!) darryl mack, you're all of that
They pray they can save the crazy rat
They attack to mack to move him off the map
Could never tell i fell, to hell and back
It's beautiful -- the mic makes hits
To the dirty, stinkin, son of a.... (auuuuuuhh)
I'm mad and glad and sad and highly upset
So don't do nothin that you might regret
Cause i'll stomp that ass, like a little insect (c'mon)
Clean off my kicks (c'mon) clean off my kicks (c'mon)
Clean off my kicks and then step!
(stiggidy-stick, step!)
Chorus one
Chorus two: run-d.m.c.
So they all rolled over and one fell out
We put two in the head
And the little one said, roll over, roll over!
"do or die!"
We put two in the head
And the little one said..
[run]
Now c'mon step to me do me pursue me you never knew me
You'll be sleepin and you slept on the step
And now your crew be sweatin me like you're sweatin the sweat
Another groupie dissin d, now you're back on the set
I'm makin em takin em breakin em all
Diss em one by one
You make the mistake of thinkin i'm soft
Thinkin run ain't the one
From eighty-three and they be seein me and d and they front
?? the suckers from the ruckus that's about to become
Reel it back, come rewind it's about that time
Feelin wack, ate the swine it's about that swine
In your body couldn't keep up at the end of the set
Bet ya beat ya that i teach ya and you're stuck until death
(that's what i'm sayin)
Chorus one
Chorus three: run-d.m.c.
We put two in the head
And the little one said
We put one in the head
And the little one said, roll over, roll over!
"do or die!"
{*jam master jay cuts*}
"do or die!"
"do or die!"
"do.. or die!"
"do or die!" "do.."
"do or die!"
"do or die!"
"do or die!"
"do or die!" ..
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12. _ Down With The King
[chorus]
Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
Recruiting suckers, mac and mike, and makin' men of 'em
Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin'
You think that it is, it is, if not it isn't
Race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out
Jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out
Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
'cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
Is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth
Or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out
Nope, shut him down, the king with a crown
'cause all you wanna be is dicky down
[chorus]
(cl smooth)
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some mc rhymes
So i said this rhyme i'm about to say
The rhyme was meeca, and it went this way
Wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skills
Mac distracts, wearing godfather hats
It's okay to parlay to fortee better
Tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather
Swing another rodney king thing in our right
But just like the white one i get no respect
Money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake
From hollis to the becon, now your dumb ass is leakin'
C.l. and run dmc so rush it
Big time way before hammer got to touch it
Remember the faces in all types of places
Look ma, no shoelaces
And i'm....
[chorus]
I'm takin' the tours, i'm wreckin' the land
I keep it hardcore because it's dope man
These are the roughest toughest words i ever wrote down
Not mean for a hoe like a slow jam, check it
Sucka emcees could never swing with d
Because of all the things that i bring with me
Only g-o-d could be a king to me
And if the g-o-d be in me, then the king i be
The microphone is granted when it's handed to me
I was planted on this planet and i plan to emcee
The emcee fiends only seem to agree
That i rock all the world and the society
I rages on the stages with a tune of verse
I get praises from these pages to the universe
My voice is raw, my lyrics is law
I keep it hardcore like you never saw
[chorus]
(pete rock)
I'm the man you see, in the place to be
I went to john jay university
And since kindergarten i acquired the knowledge
And after twelve grade i went straight to college
Down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger
The p to the r, not an r&b singer
The r to the u-n-d-mc'n
The fly human beings, tonight i hold the key and
Flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black
Pick up the bass, better yet leave a space
So let me put my big black ??? on in to the early mornin'
Had skins doanin'
Mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo)
I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out
Pete rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock
And now all the outty out flock is down with the king
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13. _ Can I Get It, Yo
[run]
Can i get this?
Now dj run i run amuck and run to hit this
"hit it run!" my name is joe i need hoe
Can i get a witness (hoe!)
And when i come you're lookin dumb
You say who did this (did this) did this (did this)
Face you're lookin dumb on, hum could you hum on
Beats are droppin now and what and why and when and how
Drop it come on, come on, i got some on, my tip
Get me up and goin for the vickie vickie vick
Beefin through your teeth and what you see is what you get
Suckers what you lack is what you lickie lickie lick
Now off into esophagus that be coughin out a rhyme
Now some are dumb make fun of dem but run and dem be kind
So come on, come on, got you swingin on my bo
Suckers seek my facial but you see i lay you low
I flow (flow) you know (know) a pro (pro) and so (so)
Let me get a hoe on the down-low "god damn!!"
Ah can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
[d.m.c.]
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
My name is darryl mac and i'm fat y'all (fat y'all)
Back one more time [time] here to get mine [mine]
Fresh in the flesh with the hardcore rhymes (rhymes)
Me, d.m.c. (cee) the only mc (cee)
Rock shock the house and i'm still cock-dee (dee)
Brothers know my style (style) d. mac buckwild (wild)
You wonder where i've been? i've been gone for a while (while)
Back to attack [tack] the wick-wick-wack (wack)
Me darryl mac [mac] suckers on my bozack
Down with run [run] so don't act stunned [stunned]
Run-d.m.c., shootin like a shotgun (boom!)
In effect, cause i'm still rulin
"i'm the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing," and i'm still coolin
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
C-can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
[jam master jay]
My name is jay, the jam master, gettin loose
Tupac had some, but now i got the _juice_
I'm gettin stupid, you wonder why i'm ill?
Cause i've been around, and still got these skills
* jay cuts "one one one" * two mic check gettin wreck
A real street nigga, so yo show respect
I make you wanna jump jump around wicked
Run-d.m.c., and jam master kickin it
With the flow that's slow cause i'm good to go
Still rock a show, gettin dough, and aiyyo (aiyyo)
Straight from hollis, queens, yeah you heard me
"jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" peace, arreviderci
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
[run]
Still the king of rock, hoe around the tick-tock
Rappers sweatin joseph simmons, ever since i dropped _rock box_
Multiplatinum, waxin em while i'm maxin em
"who's house?" god's house, so chill while i'm taxin em
[d.m.c.]
Rappers poppin mad smack, about the king of rap
Ten million sold, seven digit contract
[run]
Jmj, gettin busy on the crossfader
Beats hardcore, diesel like the schwarzeneggar
[parrish] respect the black crown
[sermon] sounds underground
[d.m.c.] any stage they built
[joseph] run tore it down!
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
Now can i get it yo? (yeah, you got it yo)
* jam master jay cuts "god damn!"
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14. _ Ooh, Whatcha Gonna Do
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)
[d.m.c.]
A vain from my brain means i'm causin em pain
Comin rough with the stuff that's just a part of the game
The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam
So i'ma pull my jammy out and i'ma murder the man
Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul
Take the trigger then you figured that i'm losin control
I go loco with the vocals, yo goes the chokehold
And i broke those pros with the dope flows
I slow rolls, no i don't smoke those
Leave the blunts for the punks in front rows
I said mine, headline or deadline
You see redline, here comes your bedtime
I lay it down, lay it low
Now i'm off and runnin on some new rhyme flow
I flex break necks bust tecs mic checks son
Fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)
..
[run]
Now mic check and respect, come correct, and i can protect
You never knew (dj who?) dj run'll wreck
Hard, god, may be dope you never knew me nope
Where you been your hand is sendin down, can you really cope?
Forever makin and breakin it and cold wreckin it
As for my title it's vital, you're never takin it
I throw a stand across the stage and you'll get bucked down
Like kris-one said, i fly a head you better _duck down_
I sold good and then plenty like ? charlie said
Like mike i glove it you love it and now it's for my bread
It's goin down on the mound watch a nigga pitch
Bang your thang and hang your damn necks, now you gettin it
I see them go, and come, cause what they pumpin weak
And now i'm flippin the script and they can hardly speak
I bust a nut then run amuck all on a sucker cool
Now whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do?!
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked..
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15. _ Three Little Indians
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
[jam master jay]
Httin hard, now check the hard hit
("jam master.. jay") about to flip
Slide for a minute but i won't slip son
God had my back since ("day.. one")
Back to the track in fact the track's fat
Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
Disrespect and don't know how to act
You better come correct or i'ma have to bust your hat
One little, two little indians and me
Jam master jay and run-d.m.c.
We been down since (uhh) eighty-("three")
And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me
Cause i flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips
And bust lips, ?? goes the whole length
So get it, get with it, that did it
And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's
One little, two little, three little indians!
Word up..
One little, two little, three little indians!
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
[d.m.c.]
I write rhymes i got rhythm i continue to flow
Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with joe
Tonight i'm gettin busy won't you give me my dough
Night time strictly busy for the kids at the show
That's my hobby kemosabe i be tearin up streets
And the posse gots to have me in the cherokee jeeps
I'm attackin like apache boy don't have a cow
Just give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow
All the suckers run for cover all the others discover
One two little three little indian brothers!
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("one, one, one, huh-hah!")
Here we go (7x)
[run]
Begin it, bust it
Dj, run and, d.m.c.'n
Jm, j'n how ya livin in ninety-three
Cause we be three little indians, sleepin in a teepee an'
Keepin up a funky fat philosophy cause we be
Re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different
Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite
Flavor, gave up, +hype+ to public enemy
I like the mic i rock upon the pad and pen a friend to me
Hit ya with the truth i get to hit ya with the booth
Cause your troops deserve a king, proverb, hmmm!
Listen, listen to the beat inside your soul
Knowledge, wisdom is more precious, than gold
The indians, comin, dj, run and
Claimin back the land that the man, stole from him
It's bout, that time, for mine, come ?? and
Jay joe and king who are we? little indians
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("one, one, one, huh-hah!")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little indians!
("ahh yeah!")
"aight, auhh, check this out.."
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