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Rock Box

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Old School Rap

Rock Box was released on March 27, 1984 by Arista as a part of the album Run-D.M.C.

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Eddie Martinez

Guitar

D.M.C.

Vocals

Jam Master Jay

DJ

Orange Krush

All Instruments

Song Won-Geun

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joseph Simmons

Songwriter

Darryl McDaniels

Darryl McDaniels

Songwriter

Lawrence Smith

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Russell Simmons

Russell Simmons

Producer

Larry Smith

Producer

Roddey Hui

Assistant Producer

DJ Starchild

Mixing Engineer

Herb Powers

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Run-DMC

Live, for you, fresh

[Verse 1]

For all you sucka MC's perpetrating a fraud

Your rhymes are cold wack, and keep the crowd cold bored

You're the kind of guy that girl ignored

I'm drivin' a Caddy, you fixin' a Ford

My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name's Ward

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 floor up to the ceilin'

We groove it, you move it, it has been proven

We calm the savage beast because our music is soothing

We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it

We'll diss a sucka MC, make the other suckas hate it

We're rising, surprising, 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-fades

[Verse 2]

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 the mic, that's what I say

And if I didn't say that, you'd say it anyway

Bust into a party, come in the place

See the first thing come, the music in your face

Girls on the wall, some on 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 till 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 till 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

Let 'em up, you're not in a rut

Each and everybody out there, we got to 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 is better than all these bands

Huh!

[Verse 3]

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 pants they call the Calvin Klein

'Cause Calvin Klein is 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

[Outro]

Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay

We don't stop

Rush, we got

Rush, Rush, we got

Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay

One, two, three

Hollis Crew

Butter, Butter, Butt—, Butt—, Butter Love now

Cool Tee now

My, my man Jam Master

In, in this place to be

Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay

The, the big beat blaster

Wailin'

Straight up rap

All the way live

Re—, remember you don't stop

Kickin' it, and you don't stop

Rock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot

Stick 'em and you don't stop

Run rocks it well, well, well

With the clientele

Krush Groove

Young ladies in the place

We, we, we're, we, we're, we're, we, we're

We we're in the hottest space

Now we're talkin' autographs

Autographs, autographs, and autographs

Fly girls in the place, in the place

Homeboys

Hollis Crew

Written by: Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons, Lawrence Smith

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