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Run D M C Rock For you Fresh 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 to 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, 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-fade 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 The girls on the walls, 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 '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 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 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 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, hah Stick 'em, run rocks it well, well, 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