When we yes, yes y'all we rock it all night To other MC's doin rock 'n' roll It's Run-D.M.C., Kid Rock patrol DJ Run 'til I'm done, D.M.C.'s the soul
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
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where
name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok
When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend I'd like my sugar with coffee and cream Well, I gotta keep it going keep it going full steam To sweet to be
hold it down we older now my nigga This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This
of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged
that grammar From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana From white girls name Anna, to old ladies name Manna They hold'n up they banners, and run
to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin' to
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with I run
yeah N-dubz N-dubz N-dubz Its like first things first, You'd probably think I'm a chap with good manners, Well, your wrong, I'm the scum of the earth. I'm
or here on the scene sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate I'm simply teaching I representing
a *** Lean back and puff slow Whenever I'm makin' a record, I'm gettin' into my character And I'm tryin' to portray somethin' that I'm feelin' So that
i'm blessed With the will to make sense of all this mess I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky And i'm the only M.C that'll never die So just
off When the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold blooded (C'mon) Cold blooded (Yeah) Hardcore (Hit 'em with the) Rough and rugged (C
now they call me D.M.C He's the Emcee of the party The D's for doin' it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool
Hey they used to call me easy D Because I rock on the mic so easily But now the call me DMC The DMC of the party The D's for duly all of the time M
/7, Run-D.M.C. in effect, that's warning All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's That means you pause My word is born Yeah, speakin' on truth From the old school
