?Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood wit cameras on I really think they stealin' from us like a sampled song I really wish one day we'd take
grip to stay that way And I'm tryin' to stay forever free like AZ Baskin' in the riches of this hip hop M U S I C 'Cause when the east is in the house
keeping it on D.M.C. my man, to the break of dawn rock [D.M.C.] I'm ill, I chill, with skill I kill And none of my rhymes are run of the mill I cause
duck Who's that lookin' through my window? Blaow, nobody now You motherfuckers better lay it down B A B Y, capital D C Virtual pimpin', we mackin' in 3-D
my scheme, And the way kings been dyin' a?round here, I could wind up queen." "Enough," says Polonius. "That Pince has ruined my day. Now we gotta see
ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you I'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how I'm leave you Then I'm find Havoc, make him walk through Queens
O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
Hey) Flo Rida Poe Boy Mail on Sunday the album comin' soon It's the movement, shorty I see you I'm a give u this cake... E'rr day Hey... my team on the
keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators NOT GUILTY, plus I'm filthy, c'mon {Black Rob (Puffy)} I be the east
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
[D.M.C.] In your face, all the time All in your face when I'm kickin my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run-D.M.C... [Run] Knuckleheads
one.. [Jam Master Jay obliges with the cut.. "Run.. Dee.. Run.. D.. M.. C.." "Here we go again!" - Chuck D] "What's it all about?" [4X with stutter repeats] [Run
your name? D.M.C.! The King is me! Your High-ness, or His Majesty! Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great! Dissin
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,
kiss my fuckin diamonds I keep climbing, but these charts ain't shit I'm a whinin, linin, rhymin, son of a bitch I'm the son of shotguns unsung cry And I'm
Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there
