- Run-D.M.C. Hit It Run 歌詞
- Run-D.M.C.
- Born to rock around the clock
You cant say im not
And in case you forgot
Im the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, of rock!!
Im the devestating mic controller d.m.c.
And cant nobody mess around with me
Im the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme
I deal what i feel and it feels fine
If the girls ?? chase then i will play
Around with sound put down for the rhymes i say
Beats flow from joe and never stop
Better get yourself together lets rock, hit it run!
{*beatboxing*}
[d.m.c.]
You, jump, watch you clock, while i rock your spot
Im better known to the world as the king of rock
I like to speak my piece when im on the mic
Im the best, or at least, im the one you like
And when i serve you deserve to hear what i say
I throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play
Now how devestating can an mc be?
My name is darryl , but you can call me d, hit it run!
{*beatboxing*}
[d.m.c.]
Its called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop
And its headed for the top by the rhymes i pop
For every race place color country county or creed
And all of the places that i emceed
B-boy badness to the highest degree
And it cant b-a-boy unless you be d
You cant bust a cherry or crush a grape
And if you aint got this tape youre in bad shape
Beats flow from joe and never stop
Better get yourself together, lets rock!
{*beatboxing*}
[d.m.c.]
Do.. you.. really believe whats going on
I was conceived and i was born
I once was lost but now im found
Tell your bunch im boss i run this town
I leave all suckers, in the dust
Those dumb motherfuckers cant mess with us
Beats flow from joe and never stop
Better get yourself together, lets rock, hit it run!
{*beatboxing*}
[d.m.c.]
I.. was.. straight from the start performin art
Climbin up the chart while others fall apart
The three outlaws in the music trade
We wont rob but our job is to get paid
Cause run has fun if jay will play
As i add one more rhyme to say
Now how devestating can an mc be?
My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run!
{*beatboxing*}
[d.m.c.]
I was born
Son of byford, brother of al
Bad as my mamma and runs my pal
Its mcdaniels, not mcdonalds
These rhymes are darryls, the burgers are ronalds
I ran down, my family tree
My mother, my father, my brother and d
Run-d.m.c. and jam master jay
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