than Luther, words ya get used to BIG is a born trooper like ice cream I scoop ya My music you wanna get loose to, stay pimp and I'm not a booster So
the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth
chips and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] Now hold up Run
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
rating and a 50 share Every minute, every hour that I'm on the air And when I come to town, I'm on a big marquee It says DJ Run and me, D.M.C And if
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 is for
ya, I struck ya, you stupid mother I gotta come my name is Run and me and D we been appointed I'm ever so clever you never touch the anointed I'm born
they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you done [Verse 2: I-20] And oh yeah I'm affiliated (a rider is born
shakedown "word up, word up" Ha! "word up, word up" "ready for the industry shakedown" Yeah! "word up, word up"
"Word up, word up" Ha! "Word up, word up" "Ready for the Industry Shakedown" Yeah! "Word up, word up" "Industry Shakedown" "Word up, word up" That's
of the sexual (K.C. Thomas) now first things first k-c-t h-o the m-a-s bring it to your face brother or to your chest I'm nice times twice I use this
C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's And every
you mad vexed Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C. Yo the NC in Atlanta
C, 1 2 3, A B C 1 2 3, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C 1 2 3, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C 1 2 3, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C
forever gunnin with NWA [Chorus] Who says rock is dead are you ready to bang your head c'mon yeah who says rock is dead bang your head enough said Imagination is
Well how you feelin' Ad Rock? Well I'm feelin' well Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell Well how feelin' Mike D? Well I feel all good All day is
and 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
so that my mind can fly Because I'm just that kinda guy, people wonder why I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in silent in other words, I creep creep
