Run D.M.C Rock for you, fresh For all you sucker, MC's perpetratin' a fraud Your rhymes are cold whack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy that girl ignored I'm drivin' Caddy, you fixin' a Ford My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name's Lord and when I'm rockin on the mic, you should all applaud Because we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin' We rock from the floor up the ceilin' We groove it, you move it, it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin' We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker, MC make the other suckers hate it We're risin', suprisin' and often hypnotizin' We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in No curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail Witty as could be and not for sale Always funky, fresh, could never be stale Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail I couldn't wait to demonstrate All the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard And anything else is quite absurd I'm the master of a mic, that's what I say And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway Bust into the party, come in the place See the first things come, the music in your face Tears down the walls, some of the floor With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore So listen to this because it can't be missed And you can't leave til you're dismissed You can do anything that you want to But you can't leave until we're through So relax your body and your mind And listen to us say this rhyme, hey You might think that you have waited long enough til the rhyme was stated But if it were a test it would be graded With a grade that's not debated Nothing too deep and nothing dense And all our rhymes make a lot of sense So move your butt to the cut Run amok, you're not in a rut Each and everybody out there, we got the notion We want to see y'all all in motion Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down Move your body to the funky sound Side to side, back and forth We're the two MC's and we're gonna go off Stand in place, walk or run Tap your feet, you'll be on the one Just snap your fingers and clap the hands Our DJ's better than all these bands We got all the lines and all the rhymes We don't drop dimes and we don't do crimes We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines And never wear the vest they call the Calvin Klein's 'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine Don't want nobody's name on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet D by my side and Jay with the beat Jay, we don't, we don't stop Don't stop, Jay One, two, three Hollis Crew But for the love now Cool T now, hah My, my man Jam Master Is in his place to be Jay The big beat blaster, wake up Straight on the ramp [Incomprehensible] All the way live Remember you don't stop Kickin it and you don't stop Rock, dot, dot, rock the spot Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah Run, rocks it well, well With the Clientele, Krush Groove Young ladies in the place We, we're in the hottest space, hah [Incomprehensible] Homeboys, now we're talkin' autographs Autographs and autographs Fly girls in the place Homeboys, Hollis Crew Get back, get back
Run D.M.C Rock for you, fresh For all you sucker, MC's perpetratin' a fraud Your rhymes are cold whack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy that girl ignored I'm drivin' Caddy, you fixin' a Ford My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name's Lord and when I'm rockin on the mic, you should all applaud Because we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin' We rock from the floor up the ceilin' We groove it, you move it, it has been proven We calmed the seven seas because our music is soothin' We create it, relate it and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker, MC make the other suckers hate it We're risin', suprisin' and often hypnotizin' We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in No curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail Witty as could be and not for sale Always funky, fresh, could never be stale Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail I couldn't wait to demonstrate All the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard And anything else is quite absurd I'm the master of a mic, that's what I say And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway Bust into the party, come in the place See the first things come, the music in your face Tears down the walls, some of the floor With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore So listen to this because it can't be missed And you can't leave til you're dismissed You can do anything that you want to But you can't leave until we're through So relax your body and your mind And listen to us say this rhyme, hey You might think that you have waited long enough til the rhyme was stated But if it were a test it would be graded With a grade that's not debated Nothing too deep and nothing dense And all our rhymes make a lot of sense So move your butt to the cut Run amok, you're not in a rut Each and everybody out there, we got the notion We want to see y'all all in motion Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down Move your body to the funky sound Side to side, back and forth We're the two MC's and we're gonna go off Stand in place, walk or run Tap your feet, you'll be on the one Just snap your fingers and clap the hands Our DJ's better than all these bands We got all the lines and all the rhymes We don't drop dimes and we don't do crimes We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines And never wear the vest they call the Calvin Klein's 'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine Don't want nobody's name on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet D by my side and Jay with the beat Jay, we don't, we don't stop Don't stop, Jay One, two, three Hollis Crew But for the love now Cool T now, hah My, my man Jam Master Is in his place to be Jay The big beat blaster, wake up Straight on the ramp [Incomprehensible] All the way live Remember you don't stop Kickin it and you don't stop Rock, dot, dot, rock the spot Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah Run, rocks it well, well With the Clientele, Krush Groove Young ladies in the place We, we're in the hottest space, hah [Incomprehensible] Homeboys, now we're talkin' autographs Autographs and autographs Fly girls in the place Homeboys, Hollis Crew Get back, get back
