hard The King of Kings, Lord of Lords, is the one Lord God Can I can I get a witness ?? next To my God, DJ Run and I kick it [D.M.C.] Suckers suckers
up and punch and bust his fronts open We get open! [8X] [Jam Master Jay and Onyx] Word up, I'd like to thank G-O-D (man above) Run-D.M.C. in the house
I am.. the grand, imperial wizard.. D.M.C.. And you're listening to the sounds.. as we take you onnnnnn down.. to the lasssssssssssst STOP! [Chorus: Run-D.M.C
to God you know I'm hittin hard [Chorus] [Run] Well as the mode explode (Run..) ?? when I'm layin one Listen what I'm sayin (Run..) no playin are you obeyin Run
[D.M.C.] For the past, decade.. and the last, ten years.. many reps were made.. many debts were paid! Some CREWS, paid DUES.. others REFUSED, to LOSE
get along?" [Chorus] [D.M.C.] From a harder core, I'm kickin the raw I wreck it on tour, I'm breakin your jaw This is what Run-D.M.C.'ll be about y'
with D because of all the things that I bring with me only G-O-D could be a king to me and if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be the microphone is
word up? Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked Ooh, whatcha gonna do [4X] [D.M.C.] A vain from my brain means I'm causin em pain Comin rough with
ma have to bust your hat One little, two little indians and me Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C. We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three") And ninety-three
w-w-w-w-watch dis! [Mad Cobra reggae chorus] [D.M.C.] I was walkin down Broadway the other day In New York it was a bored day with my man Jay Lots of
Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh [repeats in background] [Run-D.M.C.] A to the maker, I dedicated my rap for the creator, there
shop [D.M.C.] I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller I paved the way for days, I'm a
yeah, true niggas with attitudes To king sun, peace God to chuck, flavor and griff Y'all are still one group as far as I'm concerned An' y'all are true players, to KRS 1 and D
still run with that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn
Hotlanta 'Ouisiana, all my niggaz with country grammar Smokin' blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer Hmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover (C
Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay down As soon as I'm receivin' the call, now give me the ball I run with the dogs, then keep the
down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G. you know he down
em I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz