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[D.M.C.]
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Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
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The high-potent, super-charged
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spiritual lyrical miracle, of a man
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Damn, you can't understand
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the fulfillment, of the prophecy
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The epitome, the legacy, of every MC
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Understand, to be the man
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you got to beat the man
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Got somethin to say, let the music play
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Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
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It's the real, real deal
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Don't you feel stupid? Reel to reel, and we looped it
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Takes it around, we threw the sound
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Threw down, now scoop this!
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Here we go, like back in the days
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The true heroes, MC's, DJ's
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The Hollis Crew, we rocked the spot
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Fe-male grou-pies, they jock a lot
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Ugly hoes jockin, don't give em no rap
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Sack ?? or not, cause my posse's strapped
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Don't deny us, the flyest guys in town
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Punks, try us, you get beat down
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The 40 Ounce Crew and Afros is in charge
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We N.F.L. - that's Niggaz Fuckin large
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and we drive big cars
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Our entourage, is rollin hard
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We don't play uh-uh no way
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Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
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Ah let's go now..
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Ya don't stop..
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You keep on and..
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rock the house!
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[Run]
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So slam for the jam, fast, if ya can
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Damn I never ran, cause man I am
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gonna keep the beat complete (complete)
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compete defeat (defeat), and serve suckers a seat!
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And now you're lazy crazy, a daisy don't faze me
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Here's my nine now raise me
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Another vic to stick and lick so quick
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You got your ass kicked now get off my dick
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Pull up to the bumper baby
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And kiss my motherfuckin ass!
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[both]
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As we come, together, forever, whenever
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The clever get better (better) so get yourself together
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[Run]
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And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say
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[D.M.C.]
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And groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay
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Ah let's go now..
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Ya don't stop..
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You keep on and..
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rock the house!
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Now I kick a lyric live, rip rockin rhymes
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A line on time, a fine design
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All the girls, look my way
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All on mines and they always say,
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"D.M.C. - you look so cute
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in your Carhart suits, and Adidas boots"
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I'm not souped, I just troop
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Loop the loop, for my crew
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I hold the fort, fly rhymes I sport
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I fought then brought you the knowledge you sought
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So listen good, and listen well
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cause I +Raise Hell+ with the stories I tell
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which I say and play, day by day
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when I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay
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So let's go now..
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Ya don't stop..
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You keep on and..
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rock the house!
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And aiyyo! I just wanna shout out to my home-BRO, from Tokyo!
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And check this out, if you're a critic, you can get the DIDDICK
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just because I pop a lot of SHITTIT
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All the way, to L.A.
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And to my homeboys, Ladi Dadi
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I just wanna know, why you rock it so hard
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And to the Hollis Crew, the 40 Ounce Crew
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and the Afros too, just wanna let you know,
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this is what we love, TO DO!
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(Yeahhhh babyee) AUGGGH!
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Groove to the Sound
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Run D.M.C |