Song King Of Rock – Run-D. M. C

Sucker MC’s should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire

Now we rock the party and come correct
Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
And other rappers can’t stand us, but give us respect

They called us and said we’re gettin iller
There’s no one chiller
It’s not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller
As one def rapper, I know I can hang
I’m Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang
Roll to the rock, rock to the roll
DMC stands for devestating mic control
You can’t touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his soul

Now we crash through walls, cut through floors
Bust through ceilings and knock down doors
And when we’re on the tape, we’re fresh out the box
You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks
For every living person we’re a purple treat
It’s me and DMC, Jay where’s the beat?

Now we’re the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool
I’m DMC, I rock and roll. I’m DJ Run, I rock and rule
It’s not a Trick or Treat and it’s not a April Fool
It’s all brand new, never ever old school

You got the music in your body and you can’t comprehend
When your mind won’t wiggle and your knees will bend
Music ain’t nothin but a people’s jam
It’s DJ Run-DMC rockin without a band

Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
I stood on many stages, held many mics
Take airplane flights, at huge heights
So all you sucker MC’s, you gotta say please
Cause when he jumps high, I’m pulling down weeds
Got a song so strong, it’s knocking down trees
Is it hard to believe it’s Run-DMC

I am from, around the way
And Run goes to school, every day
And Jay plays the records he has to play
And we get down with no delay, HEY!
I rock the party with the words I speak
And Run says the rhymes that are unique
And Jay cuts the records every day of the week
And we are the crew that can never be beat
So don’t try to diss me, try to be my friend
Cause if you do, you’ll get yours in the end
The rhymes we say, shall set a trend
Because a devestating rap is what we send

Every jam we play, we break two needles

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