say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm
m a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever
the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D That's deep as I look at all
rhyme breeder, beat needer We're the cold party heaters Comin? through the woofers and the tweeters Funky dope MC leaders rhyme hungry hip-hop listener feeders The definition of a rhyme
(D-Elite.. state your naaaame, gangsta!) [Tre' Little] C'mon, Tre' Little don status, hold my dick I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon
M.C.'s I run with Those that doubt it on the mic get done quick Even if you left in intensive care I'll have the plug pulled before your crew gets there M
BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen' I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate
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
that I'm ahead of my time With a flow so fast, I'm ahead of my rhyme Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine With a six year run, havin' a hell
where this rapper was originated Your rhymes ain't shit, they must be constipated Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky beat
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
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
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
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 He's Jam Master Jay, the big beat
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
of the time M is for the rhymes that are all mine C's for cool cool as can be And why you wear the classes? So I can see Rhymes so deep rhymes rhymes galore Rhymes
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
the king, king Two years ago, a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was meeca, and it went