might wobble but they won't fall down Now Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose both did their thing But, Jam Master's gettin' loose and D M C's the king 'Cause
Joe and never stop Better get yourself together let's rock, hit it Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run You, jump, watch your clock, while I rock your spot I'm
tell me last time that love bought you clothes? It's like that and that's the way it is Bills flies higher every day We receive much lower pay I'd rather
, yeah It's like the A the B to the C, it's easier than 1, 2, 3 He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C, so here's Run It's time for we to cease, so what? So
faze him but D won't be fazed So what's your name? DMC, the king is me Your Highness or His Majesty Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can
aspects of his game So check out the Master as he cuts these jams And look at us with the mics in our hands Then take a count, 1 2 3 Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C
and I bop to the beat with Lee on my legs and Adidas on my feet And now I'm just standin' here, shooting the gip Me and D and my Adidas standin' on 2
Run D M C Rock For you Fresh For all you sucker MC's perpetratin' a fraud Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy
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
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, Mary, can I go too? This one thing I will vow ya I'd rather die than to live without ya Mary, Mary, where you goin
just a Sucker MC, you sad face clown So D.M.C. and if you're ready the people rockin' steady You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getti I'm D.M.C
're gettin' iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not thriller I'm one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from Run-DMC
all of my time I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' 'cause I make up a rhyme I'm not braggin', people naggin' 'cause they think I'm a star Always tearin' what I'm
kill, Why? It's fun my son and Run heads the bill Who's house? Run's house Who's house? Run's house I'm in the house yall, I'm in the house yall And
the BD's was braggin bout robbery they had done By now, I'm thinkin bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet I'ma play racist (and what?) and make niggaz run
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name of Papoose And for those of y'all that didn't finish school Check this out, it's all good I'ma run y
[c'mon!] You ready, it's bumpy knuckles baby Sendin this out to my niggas All them hardcore street corner, wilders Ha, ha, freddie foxxx baby That's right, diamond d
Earth is not my home While I roam in wrong Got the Lord up on my dome Restin in that new shalom (PRo) See aint go C-H-R-I-S-T-G-O-D His spirit inside
