Letras:
Run D M C Word Is Born

B-boys be black be proud, right on You know we're bout to be black and my word is born My word is born My word is born My word is born Let's, let's

shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a

out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find

no more!!"... and... Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap Way back when before guns became gats and Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin

think I'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with

, spread foam, wood, and chrome How you doin' mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard of St. Lunatics word up I'm like "OK", all the sun out

I might do it Check my track record, the feelin' go right to it It was easy for me, I was born to win You was born to hate me, you should be born again

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

ice, and on the mic, I am the nicest Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm (Tougher Than Leather-face) Never