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And you say..
As we go, with the rhyme flow Just to let you know, Darryl and Joe Featuring DJ Jam Master Jay All the motherfuckin way One time, just to blow your mind And this is how we do it, just for the people Sucker D.J.'s are really crazy clowns Clowns - cold clockin clowns When will they learn that they had ? by the pounds Pounds - cold clockin pounds Sucker D.J.'s bite our lines up all damn day All - all damn day Sucker D.J.'s that's on Jam Master Jay Uhh ahh ahh uhh ahh ahh Jam Master.. aiyyo.. The crew is here with you, a check it out y'all Jam Master.. ah tell me What the fuck you gonna do? |
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[D.M.C.]
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in Understand you're fuckin up, fuckin up the block Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops .. What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming Everybody's ?? when I see men dealing for a rhyme or rope, or a dime of coke Sometimes I rhyme when I'm crying broke Many many many records broke laws, broke jaws A few months ago I had to "Pause" During that time, me and my man was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shot I seen him drop - then came the cops Sayin, "Nobody run - everybody stop" I wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gun Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nine Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop said Everyone complied, except Bald Dread, he said, "Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'im Darryl Mack" I turned around and said, "Word up cop!" He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block" If it happened to him, it could happen to you cause that's what's happenin on The Avenue when I.. "uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh.." "Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave." [Run] Now on The Ave. (what?) people steal and they dealin away I got the feelin the illin will never ever pay Cause on the street, you're never in the fast lane You go to jail or get a bullet in your brain People laugh and smile at a stick-up A young man in a rut, shakin a big cup People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck" To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up A loud shot in the air - not rare A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh Nobody give a damn, that's how they livin on The Ave. ... AUUUGH! [D.M.C.] Away from The Ave. they have what's called the backstreets Another world of girls that crawl the backseats Systems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats (This and that goin on ??? street) I remember the time there was a jam in ??? ??, the music, no ?? til after dark That's when the shit starts happening (Brother from The Ave. this and that again) Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar Find the rules by the basketball court in the park And the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs spark The crowd crowds around like they found Noah's Ark The young, hung, and swung on a swing Glidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-ling I didn't see a kid by the see, so he saw (Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore) I'm throwin fate to the gate ?? ?? (And my man from Japan got vicked for sure) Do me a favor when you roll with your crew You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue |
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{*Jam Master Jay obliges with the cut..
"Run.. Dee.. Run.. D.. M.. C.." "Here we go again!" ->Chuck D*} "What's it all about?" (4X with stutter repeats) [Run] Livin in the city - the crack the mack and all that Easy does it, is it was it the black or white that Friday night in those racist places - let's get it right Ah to the maximum, and keep askin 'um when the city gonna fix where the BLACKS are from And every day around the way another one got bucked in his head - from a gunshot No chance in advance for the ambulance Cause he was just another victim of the circumstance A brother died, the mother cried, it was a pity But that's how it goes down when you're livin in the city {*Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples*} [D.M.C.] Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock in the metropolis there's no stoppin this Can't agree with society poppin this Disagree with the plea when they coppin it Some men pretend the end will come soon They gather what they can and them BOOM You played yourself, you made your wealth; the deal was dealt - now your health is in question Three Card Molly, hoodlums - who are we? Pollution, prostitution, In God We - - need a solution, revolution, substitution for the thing's that we're abusing Pity the city, for the people livin out on the streets Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat There's no progress for the rest God bless for less {*Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples*} (*musical breakdown*} [Run] What it is? [DMC] What's it all about? [Run] Whassup G? [DMC] What it be? [Run] How you livin HOMELESS PROBABLY Mandela's free [DMC] and they're rollin with D [both] In history you cannot see em like they cannot see me [Run] The Berlin Wall [DMC] It all had to fall [Run] They said no but.. [Jay] "Yo!" "Yes y'all!" [Run] The people that spoke were never provoked and now it's tumblin down Freedom of speech for each [DMC] Now how that sound? [Run] Try to stop me from sayin what I want to say My funky rhyme I never quit until the break of day NOW HERE WE GO as I flow and show and kick [DMC] Infor-mation, teach and ? reach inside the nation and be a.. SEER CAUSE I'M REASON WITH RUN [Run] And now that the point is out Let the jam slam my man and tell me what's it all about? {*Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples*} (*musical breakdown*} [D.M.C.] I flex my muscle, what I must do is bumrush you, FUCK YOU I'll crush you The Ku Klux Klan is fucked up And every good man'll understand Beginnin and winnin, from the first fuckin vocal I spoke to you, I ain't no joke to you I do what I want to do If you don't like what me and my crew is doin then FUCK YOU What I do and what I done with Jay and Run None could ever become, to sum it up bum.. get off my DICK and out my KINGDOM (Yo yo D tell em where you're from) Straight from Hollis, Queens I'm still eatin collard greens and I'm doin the same things I ain't never goin out suckers.. punk motherfuckers! What's it all about? (*musical breakdown*} |
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| 4. |
| 3:46 |
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Bob your head.. (2X)
[D.M.C.] As we bop on.. to the break of dawn.. the non-stop hip-hop bop.. takes you on down.. to the last, STOP!! "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." So won't ya bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." B-b-ba bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." [Run] A freak I find the kind to wine and dine I freak a blind date, and your fate is to wait in line at the party.. tryin to get a hottie Cool T and Roddy, D.M.C. and Scottie Big Kev and Marty, Hurricane and Arty Phil, Doug, and Naughty - damn, a big party So I grab the mic, I like, recite, the hype and type, and write, with my.. freak it 'fore the niggy night is done for Ricky-Run to get dumb and then some So while you're here, it's clear to every per-son ah that you need to bob get involved and weave with ease and please the steez with G's Now, just to be at ease cause this is it, legit, a hit, I throw a fit Not slackin or lackin a bit, nah that ain't it So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it So just a bob ya head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." [D.M.C.] Bob your head! "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." I make your heads bob, I got you slobbin the knob So do a good job, why don't ya let me know - HOW YA LIVIN HOBBES? Whassup wit ya girl? Ya know I like the way your earrings jang and your booty swing, ah while my beat go BOOM BOOM - why don't you let me take you to my room Take off our shoes relax sit on bed and watch the Looney Tunes But no! You want me take you out and wine and dine you But I ain't got no time to chase behind and never find you So be this dope a lethal dose of poisonious potion Stick to the sound that's up and down now sit ya that's the motion Buckwild inna style for ya honey child The organization of bobbin and pacin will make you bob a while Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cockblock Give nuff respect, I love the sex, again I said.. Here it comes from Run (yo Jay) 'Yo D!' HOE BOB YA HEAD "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." Ah just a bob ya head .. Bob ya head "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." Ah just a bob ya head .. [Run] Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done by Run so come get some for fun Keep the force I'm nicky-number one and I'll scratch my vocord for f-f-fun And nevertheless I must confess that it's a bless-un that people are ride and must abide to this direct-ion I triple it up to let you know that I'm a swift one Those who oppose get broken nose that's how I live son I move the head that's what I said, this is my miss-ion I'm dickin em down and all around, to make the head bob So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance Hobbes for this is it, the brand new shit, I'd like to mention so hurry up because the cut is my inven-tion The jazz, pizazz, with class, at last kickin your ass, for the past three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it So you defin-in-it..-itely need to bob your head And I say! I'd like to give a shout out to the Hollis Crew, in there! My homeboy D.M.C., he's in there! To my homeboy Jam Master Jay and the brothers at JMJ, you know they in there! To my man Eric Blam, in there! To my man Grand Wizard Cut Professor DJ Dig, definitely in there! My name is Run Love and I'm out of here with The Afros and the 40 Ounce CREW! |
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| 4:28 |
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[D.M.C.]
In your face, all the time All in your face when I'm kickin my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run-D.M.C... [Run] Knuckleheads in my face for a second But I move the crowd, and I reckon that a sucker might jump and try to bait So kill that noise and get out my FACE (punk) and let a real MC collect dollars The true crew and few come from Hollis, Queens and by all means necessary my vocabulary is very extensive, and expensive So hard it'll put you in intensive care Proceed with caution Often suckers get lost in the sauce when faces just start speakin on faces and leavin traces, other races be mocked and it sparks a fight, day and night dark and light - different types of faces [D.M.C.] Faces, faces And everywhere you go you see.. Yeah yeah yeah Break! As we come back on.. As we come back on.. All in your face, I place this rhyme! Facin this crew, you're facin your doom You got punched in the face as soon as you heard this tune! I race at a pace with no shoelaces to racist faces, placin disgraces Taste the bass of the racial facial Disgraceful tasteless racist faces Get out my face, don't bass, don't waste my time my brother, I'm not color blind I walk the face of the Earth, face death face the best and I'll just rip flip and trip won't shut up or let up Get out my face so we can go head up (Damn D!) Yo yo yo they don't understand me ?? when they always try to ban me Hypin the stereotype of a face and that's the problem with the human race Haste makes waste, don't trace to other places We're all the same but with different faces .. [Jay] Yeah D, and everywhere I go I see faces Faces sweatin you and they sweatin faces Around around the world, international faces Yeah, now bust it Yo, I took a look in the face of a girlie The way she looks that Jay must say somethin bout the way my afro is growin But is it funky? (YEAH!) Well okay Is she jockin my 'fro or my fade? Do she want me because of my name? I like the ladies, sweet and serious not those hoes, that plays, the game on every Tom Dick and Harry Shawn Jerry John Nick Curly Moe and Larry You thinkin you married? Well you CRAZY my baby you won't carry Cause I like a girl that's low-key That's how it's gotta be to be with me And I'll take her to all the exotic places The name of this jam is called FACES Yeah.. so many faces.. and everywhere I go I see faces and everywhere you go you see, the faces International faces, I'm a Afro and I'm outta here.. [ad libs to fade] |
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| 6. |
| 3:09 |
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AUHHH!
[Run] Yes yes y'all Off to the lagoon, so soon, my tune'll have room to go boom so I go to the ?pazoom? place where the bass in your face is never 'ternal Then I ran into my man the alligator so How you livin like a sucker wife is such a nag I wish I wish when niggaz fish they'd make a gator bag but other than that I'm livin fat I got a record deal Me and this pig got fifty gigs yo homeboy check it squeal He said his rap and that was that and I was left alone Let me kick you this lyric Gather round now hear about the Flintstones Fred and Barn' and all the rest of the Flintstones they got a Benz with rocks and dark tints homes Kitted out, VVS the whole bit People screamin on Fred and sayin, "Oh shit!" And then my man Fred came home late (doin what?) cold beefin bout, Mr. Slate And then he walked to the door, seen Wilma cryin Fred said, "Yo hoe, I ain't lyin!" And next thing, you heard a little crunch Fred fell (what?) result of a punch And then they got up, and went and got the crew Back to the hoe's house - yabba dabba dabba dabba doo y'all a dabba doo y'all And that's comin straight from me to you y'all [D.M.C.] You need a umbrella if it starts to rain You need a umbrella if it starts to rain You need a umbrella if it starts to rain So why didn't you just bring a raincoat? And I hope, that you have a boat cause my cussin is floodin and you need to stay afloat Not on water, but on somebody's daughter You never ever wanna say that you caught a breeze, that'll freeze or some kind of the disease to make you ill and sneeze (AH-CHOO!) I'm tryin to tell you Baby Pop You press your luck or youse a sucker suckin on a lollipop You knocked off the boots and only got your shit wet Needles inject just to disinfect, you're upset your stupid monkey-ass didn't protect yourself Kick the frama lama lama lama lama! AH-CHOO! [Run] Motherfuckers poppin shit about a nigga goin out without a hit or shit to his name to claim and aim that shit towards me, nah.. That ain't what time it is, cause this is mines and his 'Member the crime you did? Don't ever close your lid cause if you sleep I keep the cheap motherfuckin tape you gave me, so behave see My name is Run and I'll run this ruler up your ass and measure the shit you're poppin There's no stoppin or coppin or playin with me you see, I'll break your fuckin neck, I'm deadly! |
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| 4:38 |
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Afros.... yeahhh
AFROS! Yeahhh Brothers be out there doin crack... NOOOOOOO They be doin dope... NOOOOOOO They be gangbangin! NOOOOOOO All them brothers need to just pause Yeah I'm with that Here comes the Afros, and the forty ounce crew Who say slowly but surely, we gonna turn the mother out We got more, in store, young ladies on the floor, so cool out pause Intro, which means I start it In other words, herbs departed Pause, stop for the cause Get up, get down, you get yours Chill, no time to get ill Word to herb -- yeah it's the will of God So whassup Hobbes? Just jock, clock, rock, and don't stop but Pause Pause, pause for the cause, get yours But don't break laws Quit, quit it, forget it Pause, say your way with it Pause, if you did it, admit it Cause, you shouldn'ta did it Next time, you think of doin a crime Pause, and remember this rhyme Pause for the cause, cause broken laws Are just like broken jaws They take a long time to heal I'm for real, and I know the deal Look it over, investigate Evaluate, think! Life is wrong, and full of flaws Before you break laws just pause! I think that worked man (4X) Pause Yeah pause, this beat is dope D I'm tellin you, this beat is dope, just slammin, it's dope Well if it's dope, I hope it's not crack or coke, or nuttin like somethin you EVER smoke And if they offer you some say NO or pause The reason I wrote this rhyme, is not to climb But just to tell all mankind That the use and abuse of drugs -- will what? Will, blow, your, mind Like dough makes bread, it goes straight to your head You're misled and then you're dead Now that's not fly, when you die On a high Like a trip, oooh, you make me sick Ill, lookin like doo doo on a stick You don't have to be a vic Life is like a flick, so pause Pause, p-pause, pause, p-p-pause Alright y'all, now that you understand My man Run never ran I'm gonna take this mic yo my hand And hand this to the one man band Now pause, now pause I'm Jay, I make up the trey Now check out the dance that I display It's called the pause A new thing, on the dancefloor First you move, then you stop Combine the hustle, foxtrot, pop and lock Put em all together why because It's called the pause Slammin, the dance is slammin Pause, the people are jammin Stop again, back to the groove I show you how to move pause It's simple, just like stop and go You can pause on the fast or slow Participate, won't you all get down Here's a solo from my homeboy Stanley Brown Ahh yeah, I like this R&B shit... Pause, pause, one more time! Yeah, do that, do that... Now pause! |
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[D.M.C.]
1990, and this is what's goin on to the break of dawn 24/7, Run-D.M.C. in effect That's ?? All those weak-rhymin, rewindin MC's [Run] That means you pause [both] My word is born [Run] Yeah, speakin on truth from the old school on down to the youth Since the days, that I was the age of "three"; stop - listen to me This is how it used to be - "go!" Stand on another line, why? You did a crime now the time is mine I school you and your crew, why? Youse is my brother Stop - sellin and killin one another Take some time, to see what's missin Brothers in the ?, we on a mission Thinkin back from the sale you made and back home, a grave is what your brother paid His life, because of a system Now you think you're down, you cold dissed him Shut up, cause I'm fed up, with this culture And flyin high in the sky, a big vulture Waitin and debatin, to see who's next for "brothers and sisters" of the opposite sex So hold on, keep it intact and go on, flow on, positive black B-boys be black be proud, right on "You know we're bout to" be black and my word is born My word is born My word is born My word is born [D.M.C.] Let's, let's.. Let's begin to talk truth -- it seems that y'all make a big out of things that are small We all play the same game for fame to claim ?? bright lights and write your name They'll soup you up, til you think you're large Got a spot on tour, but I'm still in charge A big nigga's hittin it, don't renege Bust a rap like a cap like a snap of twig that extends from the hands of a branch on a tree Like you new jack rappers, run from me I got proof of truth, I cut and go raw (Word em up D!) My word is born {*cuts by Jay and samples to the last ten seconds*} [D.M.C.] 1990's And ain't nuttin changed, PUNK! |
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[D.M.C.]
On the lower level where the devils dwell.. Comin from the one, comin back from hell {*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -) scratched by Jay*} [Run] Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in so you do your time and never let the time do ya He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya A brother in the box screamin find a ciggarette Niggaz walkin by ain't tryin to hear that So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense D.O.I., Dead On the Island The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin Never a day, I say I'm not leavin Long as I live in a crib and I'm breathin Four years done, another one in a cell Don't need nobody to come, cause I'll be back from hell {*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -) scratched by Jay*} [D.M.C.] Fire and brimstone, sendin 'em home to the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up People would jock, because he cooked the rock Caught by the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is When he was out with clout, people surround him Now that he's in the pen, niggaz downed him Wait upstate, for the day, til they free the man In '98, be straight, and then you'll see him again Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build a flyer empire, higher, still runnin the 'ville {*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -) scratched by Jay*} [Run] Boy goin to hell, another day in the dark The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked Naked, out to die and not movin He needs a fix by six that means you've been strung out, your lung out, foamin with your tongue out Back to hell and well, that's where you hung out for the past and last year, your acts for cash here Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah The brother smother his mother, for another one Then ill and kill, with the other son For crack as well, the brother black he yell You just stop and think, he's comin back from hell {*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -) scratched by Jay*} .. "from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!" |
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| 4:37 |
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As I proceed indeed to take the lead with speed
All the suckers'll back off and fall But this is the hype I like and the type of mic You wanna fight? Just gimme a call I'm going to breeze.. [D.M.C.] .. past the other MC's And D's rhymes'll flow like water The wind, the rain, the hurricane, it's all the same With rhymes in order [Run] And yo my name is Run, and yeah I'm all that Slap back the KING of the daddy mack's But that ain't the news I choose to tell I gotta use the cruise that bruises well For the grime you slime, you try to diss mine I put your head to bed, cause it's bedtime I knock out your teeth beneath your gums Now you're mumblin - you bum! (Turn out the lights Run!) Picture punks playin me close when I'm hard as hell, and that's all labelled SUCKERS Waitin for the King of Swing to bring "Beats to the Rhyme," and yeah I'm runnin things Now that's the name of the phrase, so don't be amazed at the ways my rhyme displays You gotta make the best of what you got to get to the top in hip-hop, you gotta diggy diggy don't STOP! .. musical interlude .. [D.M.C.] The ?? artist, hittin hardest, smartest Professor, compressor, impressor to the lesser low-life ?? of the mic I come CORRECT! (You surely right) The atmosphere is clear when I appear Here to wax and tax an MC for mere pennies And if any, wanna get with D I crash and bash and smash his ass for free Black man! Originating creating a beat I educate and straight from off the streets HARD, like a man was born to be It just just happened in rap I was born to be KING, yeah me the king of the rock So let's rock the spot and diggy don't STOP! .. musical interlude .. [DMC] Funky lyrics that you hear [both] AS WE RELEASE THE MASTERPIECE THE MUSIC WILL CEASE [Run] and I'll put up the peace sign [D.M.C.] And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told D's bold, and suckers'll fold [Run] And I'm Run my son the fun has just begun and some are slum, and make em sell til crumbles crumb they hum, those fools will come And none have never done Run, Jay! [D.M.C.] D.M.C. the king is me and I be the voice of black community So be the unity inside of me, and we will all agree about this - don't STOP! .. music to fade .. |
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| 3:34 |
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[D.M.C.]
Groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay The high-potent, super-charged spiritual lyrical miracle, of a man Damn, you can't understand the fulfillment, of the prophecy The epitome, the legacy, of every MC Understand, to be the man you got to beat the man Got somethin to say, let the music play Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay It's the real, real deal Don't you feel stupid? Reel to reel, and we looped it Takes it around, we threw the sound Threw down, now scoop this! Here we go, like back in the days The true heroes, MC's, DJ's The Hollis Crew, we rocked the spot Fe-male grou-pies, they jock a lot Ugly hoes jockin, don't give em no rap Sack ?? or not, cause my posse's strapped Don't deny us, the flyest guys in town Punks, try us, you get beat down The 40 Ounce Crew and Afros is in charge We N.F.L. - that's Niggaz Fuckin large and we drive big cars Our entourage, is rollin hard We don't play uh-uh no way Groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay Ah let's go now.. Ya don't stop.. You keep on and.. rock the house! [Run] So slam for the jam, fast, if ya can Damn I never ran, cause man I am gonna keep the beat complete (complete) compete defeat (defeat), and serve suckers a seat! And now you're lazy crazy, a daisy don't faze me Here's my nine now raise me Another vic to stick and lick so quick You got your ass kicked now get off my dick Pull up to the bumper baby And kiss my motherfuckin ass! [both] As we come, together, forever, whenever The clever get better (better) so get yourself together [Run] And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say [D.M.C.] And groove to the sound of Jam Master Jay Ah let's go now.. Ya don't stop.. You keep on and.. rock the house! Now I kick a lyric live, rip rockin rhymes A line on time, a fine design All the girls, look my way All on mines and they always say, "D.M.C. - you look so cute in your Carhart suits, and Adidas boots" I'm not souped, I just troop Loop the loop, for my crew I hold the fort, fly rhymes I sport I fought then brought you the knowledge you sought So listen good, and listen well cause I +Raise Hell+ with the stories I tell which I say and play, day by day when I groove to the sounds of Jam Master Jay So let's go now.. Ya don't stop.. You keep on and.. rock the house! And aiyyo! I just wanna shout out to my home-BRO, from Tokyo! And check this out, if you're a critic, you can get the DIDDICK just because I pop a lot of SHITTIT All the way, to L.A. And to my homeboys, Ladi Dadi I just wanna know, why you rock it so hard And to the Hollis Crew, the 40 Ounce Crew and the Afros too, just wanna let you know, this is what we love, TO DO! (Yeahhhh babyee) AUGGGH! |
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| 0:45 |
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[Run] Yo Dee let's break out we late man, hurry up
[DMC] Alright man let's go to Poppa Ken's, get some 40-dogs man Aiyyo man pull over! {*tires squeal*} [Run] What for? {*car door*} [DMC] I gotta take a piss man [D.M.C.] I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree, right I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree.. I pee upon a tree because I drink too much Olde E And not time, for pee, to come out, on me, so I I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree, right I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree.. (buk buk buk) The people walk by and say, "Aiyy D.M.C.!" "No no, no no, yo bro it is not me." right? I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree, right I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree.. |
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| 4:08 |
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[D.M.C.]
And I say.. the brother's about to get naughty! Rockin you on down.. to the last.. STOP! [Run] See them on the corner, scheamin a scam Makin plans beat the man that'll put him in ?amb's? Cut for the loot to group, hit a troop or bank No thanks to the brothers in blue Freeze stay at ease, nigga get to your knees Seen cash in the back, about a hundred G's Step to the next, got a scam with checks Cold stole a bankroll from plenty of ?? then up to The Ave., a cab to the lab to make a stop to drop off the money in the bag and then send a friend that's been down to do a job to rob a brother in town Livin and givin a damn, two different things The brother dig diamond rings It's not about makin the money, but the money is taken Shake em down, flip em out, then break em He'll break a leg, to get the money A diggy diggy don't forget he'll break a law, seen Ain't a damn thing funny bout a nigga named Sonny but the brother's about to get naughty The brother's about to get naughty! (4X) [D.M.C.] Starin and tearin in my direction Selection is vexin, I brought protection Suspicious, frisk us, ? has to diss us Scoldin and holdin me 'gainst my wishes Searchin my ride, my body, my soul Tryin to find some kind of substance control Maybe someone is carryin a gun No, nothing, no one has none Gloomy and sorry when I come clean Yo officer, what does this mean? My system is loud and I draw a crowd Not only King, I'm black and I'm proud This ride is mine, do you mind if I own So stop tryin to rob mines and leave me alone The officer said I saw you before comin out the door of a grocery store I said to my partner there goes a man and he's got a trouble starter, inside his hand My man Eric Blam said stop on the cops And then what the Blam said, you're sure to get shot Now they ignore me cause you saw me with a 40 He thought the brothers were about to get naughty The brother's about to get naughty! (4X) [Run] How ya livin on the ill side, makin a livin driven, never givin a damn about the women and if this is life, your wife, you're livin trife For spite you hit the pipe every night and just fight You're naughty, make a girl get physical She get loose for juice and then you diss her Pull and take another girl on a escapade A trip around the world a what a mess you made Another lady, gravy, maybe you're crazy You see ? ?? today, you don't faze me but gettin kinda hectic on the power tip A brother gotta pay no matter how it get Face the facts, base the crack, taste the stacks last, and these suckers are back So when you see the company that claim to be the truth you done get raw, see Check out the three, Run-D.M.C. and the brothers about to get naughty! The brother's about to get naughty! (4X) [???] Open up the door and let the brothers in Cause it's a sin, if we ain't down, on what's happenin Yo what's up, you don't like the way I walk or I guess it's, just the way I talk or are you prejudiced Invited to the show, threw on my afro Jumped out the limo, get to the front, you tell me no Yo I just came to mingle, watch the earrings jingle Grab a cutie rub-a-dub 'til it tingle But you wanna single me out, but I ain't did that Check me, I ain't strapped, pull the barricade back I'm comin in black, I know you're hard dick six foot bodyguard, but why should I be barred Yo, yo, pass the 40 Cool T, Hurricane, Run and D's about to get naughty.. The brother's about to get naughty! (4X) |
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From the city, although it ain't pretty
And times gettin down to the nitty gritty The city busy, traffic tragic Magic graphic ain't nuttin to laugh at Poverty, robbery, larceny Problems to me so don't bother me with the drugs thugs I ain't got no time for that I'm too busy tryin to get another brother's, pockets fat Stay the fuck in school, cool learn the rule Knowledge to fuel the brain the tool I kick info just to let you know the rhyme gonna show you how far you can go in the city L-li-li-la-li, li-li-livin in the ci-tayyyy! The ci-tayyyy! |
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| 4:19 |
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[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say I go by the name of Jam Master Jay And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that [D.M.C.] Hey, as we let the music play Pay attention and listen as I mention a recital of mic to speeches From the book of the 40 Ounces of the most powerful words ever spoken [Run] Topsy-turvy, they try to serve me Disturb me, curve me, boy they never heard me Slammin, jammin, I be bammin Makin takin breakin and rammin Run got a beef with those that cold think that Sun and the moon and soon you will drink that wine for the rhyme that I'm, not a stink brat Run havin fun my son, just where the ink's at Up on the top I pop and drop, you feel So low you go for Joe you know, what the deal I might just strike tonight, and make you say (Run ran the place with bass and bust boo-tay) Go check the clock I rock your jock so hard Make you feel the deal is I'm top card Come in my face and bass and I might just And it's not n-n-not, n-n-not JUST ANOTHER GROOVE Not just another.. [Jay] Ah yeah, one two one two Jam Master Jay Hollis Crew here to stay, AUGGHH! Afros, 40 Ounce Crew in effect, word up Bout to break ya neck with another groove Kick it D [D.M.C.] Check out the lyric, hear it, cheer it, fear it So loud and clear that you can't come near it Words are heard, I never speak the weak You pissed me off, now I'm takin a leak I kill at will, thrill, top bill I'm makin a mill, and damn I'm still makin history on the M-I-C And for the young ladies, a nigga like D'll be waxin taxin no relaxin breakin backs and bustin raps and I'll be strapped in my Cadillac, and you know that for a fact I'm strapped with rap but yo, I'm also record breakin never flakin wide awake and titles I'm takin and I'll be makin ladies groove cause I prove I can soothe when they OOOOOH, this one's called - NOT JUST ANOTHER GROOVE Not just another.. Not just another.. (Not just another one, not just another one) [Jay] Deliverin, I'll deliver and give ya whatcha been waitin (one two three) for/four This, is the gift of the gab that I had when I came out the lab The masterpiece was released Let's cease the beef and all those misbeliefs that we can't do our thing on a positive tip I'm tryin to tell ya It's been a long time -- we need a change Time for things to be rearranged Time to get our act together Whoever's clever or better - never let another brother or sister get dissed cause they missed the knowledge and wisdom and damn I wish ya get with the Stop the Violence move Won'tcha hear me say peace, and it's not just another groove [D.M.C.] Yeah Jay I just wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters out there (Yeah.. it's not just another groove) {*ad libs to the end of "Stop the Violence" + more*} |
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It's party time, and we came here to party
so get up and move your body, cause it's party time It's party time, and we came here to party so get up and move your body, cause it's party time [Run] Come inside, the time is fine and I'm really ready to drop a heavy bassline on the crowd that's loud and proud the rhyme is mine and the jam of party time We're well equipped to flip and trip you out I never slip but I rip the jam no doubt So grab a girl ?? I know you wanna play The funky jam I never quit until the break of day Here we go on a Afrolistic journey Here come the jam but don't forget to bring ?? to make sure the beat is upheld The beat is raw and Run's banged it well to make it take you to your destination It's just the jam that slam across the nation I gotta rock, you know I gotta good rhyme So grab a girl, and listen to the good times Now sweat til you're wet and get done and I'll bet you get some.. heat to release the piece to have fun So just grab a girl, cause it's party time Chorus [D.M.C.] Groove, breathe, wind blowin the leaves I'm at ease, can you feel the funky sensation I might take a vacation on the seven seasons Reasons to be cheerful, sun shinin, Run rhymin I'm right behind him Jay, you know where to find him Shinin like a diamond, if I'm lyin I'm dyin {girrrrrrrrrrrls, drive me crazy} So fine, goin out of my mind I keep em goin, they sayin, I've got the rhyme Ooze, cruise, gonna take a cruise Jing-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling I'm never singin the blues Afros, studios, doin shows four-O's I suppose, no one knows who's rockin the hoes, tell me that You gotta be (funky) Chorus [Run] Now let your body be free And yeah, go you know Never slow the flow til it's time to go Cause that ain't the way you play the crowd You gotta mingle, single girls allowed So round em up, get a cutie in the spot Look at the booty, do me, time to rock And make all the girls give up the play Get on the floor and make your day So you're illin, still it's four o'clock You won't leave til you see em close the spot You gotta stay til they play the last song til the night gives light to the early morn' Check the place and the taste of the bass is on the case A negative thought that you brought just erased Put away the nine and keep in mind that the jam'll slam when it's party time Chorus (*repeat with ad libs to fade*) |
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