|
zuò cí : McDaniels, Simmons, Smith |
|
Rock Box |
|
|
|
|
|
Run. . run. . d. . d m. . m c. . c |
|
Rock. . rock. . rock. . |
|
For you! for you. . for you. . |
|
Fresh fresh. . fresh. . |
|
|
|
guitar solo |
|
|
|
|
|
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 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 rising suprising and often hypnotizing |
|
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 |
|
|
|
guitar solo |
|
|
|
|
|
Because the rhymes i say, sharp as a nail |
|
Witty as can 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 amuk, 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 your hands |
|
|
|
|
|
Our dj' s better than all these bands |
|
Huh! ! |
|
|
|
jam master jay cuts then instrumental breaks down |
|
|
|
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 kleins |
|
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 |
|
|
|
- ad libbing to fade |
|
Jay jay jay jay jay jay. . |
|
We don' t. . we don' t. . we don' t stop! |
|
Don' t. . don' t. . don' t. . don' t stop! jay! |
|
One. . two. . three. . |
|
Hollis crew. . crew. . crew. . |
|
For. . for. . for. . for the love now. . |
|
Cool t now. . |
|
Hah, ? ? . . |
|
My, my man jam master. . |
|
Is in his place to be. . jay! jay. . jay. . jay. . |
|
The big beat blaster. . |
|
? ? . . |
|
All, the way live. . |
|
Re, remember you don' t stop. . |
|
Kickin it, and you don' t stop. . |
|
Rrrrrrrrrock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot. . |
|
Stick em. . and you don' t stop, hah. . |
|
Run. . rocks it well, we-welle-well. . |
|
A-with the clientele. . |
|
Krush groove. . |
|
Young ladies in the place. . |
|
We, we we' re, we we' re we' re, we we' re we' re bass |
|
We we' re in the hottest space. . |
|
Hah. . ? ? |
|
Homeboys. . |
|
Now we' re talkin autographs. . |
|
Autographs. . and autographs. . |
|
Fly girls. . in the place, in the place. . |
|
Homeboys. . |
|
Hollis crew. . music fades |