keep a thug out the drug house But you know the drill...a fro, polo And a nigga in the club smokin dubs Like a tru center thug The big boy Willie Grill
, pullin' tricks on the scheme for chips She was like, "Run-D.M.C., Tougher Than Leather" Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather Never again will
guys seen Willie Calloway? Wille who, man? What you talkin bout? Calloway, Willie Calloway What this fool talkin bout? Yeah If y'all think I'm goin back
Yeah I walk through the valley of late nighter homicide G riders into the makers of a buckin Impala How far will I make it 'cause I'm related, I know 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
i'm blessed With the will to make sense of all this mess I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky And i'm the only M.C that'll never die So just
some mo' change C.d.'s wasn't selling, because I had no name Nothing but a t-shirt, no piece no chain Too many times, I was ready to give up Run up
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
ssiah, am the best siah? Yes-I am most quick to go because I'm equipped to flow a script I will just slay and disobey, I will display banana clips that
why we losin' 'em I'm lookin' at this niggaz longevity, to make a big play But then it might be a mistake 'Cuz if I get sent to D C, I'm sendin' dice
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
got me singin', ooh C'mon, sing it baby C'mon, lemme hear it honey C'mon, sing it baby C'mon, lemme hear it honey C'mon, sing it baby C'mon, lemme hear
O the C, the K the U the N the G The M the O, yes and the C And when the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D I preach and teach and educate all ghetto
(C'mon) If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon) So don't fuck around with
rating and a 50 share Every minute, every hour that I'm on the air And when I come to town, I'm on a big marquee It says DJ Run and me, D.M.C And if
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
, 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
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 He's Jam Master Jay, the big