Run D M C For you
For all you MC's perpetratin' a fraud Your rhymes are cold wack and the crowd cold lost the kind of guy that girl ignored I'm drivin' Caddy, you a Ford My name is Joseph but my middle name's Lord And when I'm on the mic, you should all applaud we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin' We rock from the floor up to the
We it, you move it, it has been proven We calmed the seas because our music is soothin' We create it, it and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker MC the other suckers hate it We're rising, surprising and often We always tell the truth and then we slip no lies in No curls, no braids and still get paid Jam Master cut the up and down and cross-fade
the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail Witty as can be and not for Always funky fresh, could never be Took a test to become an MC and fail I couldn't to demonstrate all the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, what you heard And anything is quite absurd I'm the master of a mic, what I say And if I say that, you'd say it anyway
Bust the party, come in the place See the first things come, the music in your Tears down the walls, of the floor the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore So listen to this because it can't be And you can't leave 'til dismissed You can do that you want to But you can't leave until we're
So relax body and your mind And to us say this rhyme, hey You might think that you have Long enough 'til the rhyme was But if it were a test it would be a grade that's not debated Nothing too deep and dense And all our make a lot of sense
So move butt, to the cut, run amuk, you're not in a rut Each and everybody out there, we got the We want to see all in motion Just shake, wiggle up and down your body to the funky sound, side to side, back and forth We're the two MC's and we're go off Stand in place, walk or run, tap feet, you'll be on the one Just your fingers and clap your hands Our DJ's better than all these
We got all the and all the rhymes We don't drop dimes and we do crimes We bake a little cake with Hines And never wear the vest they call the Calvin 'Cause Calvin Klein's no of mine Don't want nobody's on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my D by my side and Jay with the
Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay We don't, we don't, we don't Don't, don't, don't, stop Jay, one two Hollis Crew Crew For, for, for, for the now T now Hah,
My, my man Jam Is in his to be Jay Jay Jay Jay The big beat All the way
Remember you stop Kickin' it, and you don't Rock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the 'em and you don't stop, hah Stick 'em, run it well, well, well A-with the
Krush Groove, ladies in the place We, we we're, we we're we're, we we're Bass, we we're in the space Hah Homeboys, now we're talkin' and autographs Fly girls in the place, in the Homeboys, Hollis