[D.M.C.]
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Yeah, one two one two
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And I say
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as we let the music play
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This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
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from all the homeboys around the way
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So def it won't get an F
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Jay receives an A for his essay
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Spins til you're dizzy
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Born to get busy
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Is he the Jam Master?
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Isn't he, or is he?
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And my name is D.M.C.
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The K-I-N-G
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The car that I drive is called a Caddy
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The drink that I drink is called O.E.
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And I wear my glasses so I can see
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My homeboy right next to me
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His name is DJ Run
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Shoots a gift like a gun
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Slays suckers one by one
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Rather chill than kill
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cause the killing's no fun
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So together forever
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Crew be tougher than leather
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We gonna slay the bad ones
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until there are none
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[Run-D.M.C.]
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Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee
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The K-I-N-G's of all M-I-C's
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Like Hercules, with rhymes like these
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Never crackin not lackin and I still pull G's
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[Run]
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Well I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad
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Who be less when they 'fess, against the test
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[D.M.C.]
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And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist
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will be kid not dissed at the top of the list
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[Run-D.M.C.]
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So go a-head, and stand, check out the man
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With a clan, never ran, and in demand
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[D] So just a
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[R] Bust a rhyme
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[D] It's a must cause I'm
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[R] Funky fresh, in the flesh AND YOU KNOW THE TIME
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[D] Why don't ya, bust it son
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[R] Cause I'm number one
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[D] Just do it, pursue it
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[D] Hit it Run!
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[Run]
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Yo I'm flowin and showin rocks knots and shockin the mind
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I'm only chillin and killin, so won't you check out the rhyme
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Meetin greatin and seatin, suckers all in a row
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Crashin mashin and bashin, my name is Run, call me Joe
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Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
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Wearin leather and better (What's your name?) DJ Run
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But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at home
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Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone
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Diggin eyein the crown, sellin skills by the pound
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Makin breakin and takin all of the suckers around
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Puttin fear in the heart, at the top of the chart
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Stunning gunning and funning, cause Run's running this art
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DJ's facing the rage, never losing a show
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Cause when the set is a match, then they're ready to go
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Swervin curvin deservin, the grass grow everyday
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Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ?
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[Run-D.M.C.]
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Full in effect, set comin correct
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Yet gainin respect, still breakin a neck
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[D.M.C.]
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I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin with illin
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On the mission it's thrillin, and I'll make a killin
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My higher desire, go high and then fly ya
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Makes me the messiah, I'll neve rretire
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I'm spankin and bankin, high rankin and skankin
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Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and flaking
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My boys on the side, the front and the back
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A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl Mack
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Not workin for free, pocket full with a G
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And they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
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On the go with Joe, makin pay with Jay
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All day, WHY? Cause I'm livin that way
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One wonders, WHAT? How it gets done
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I hear questions, FROM WHO? From everyone
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I'm cool.. I broke the rule
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Breakin all but laws, when I break fool
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Cause I'm the man.. that was born to rule
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every girl in the world, and make them drool
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It's easy to be, it's easy to D
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It's easy to G, it's easy to me
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Wanna know how I do it, got a goal, I pursue it
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Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you knew it
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The answers, from questions, I'm tellin to thee
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Cause they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
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How'd Ya Do It Dee
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| Run-DMC |
