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