Hit It Run

Born to rock around the clock

You can't say I'm not

And in case you forgot

I'm the king of rock

I'm the devastating mic controller D.M.C (C)

And can't nobody mess around with me (Me)

I'm the king of rock, rap, and of rhyme

I deal what I feel and it feels fine (F– F– F– F– Fine)

If it's Run, me, and Jay, then I will play

Around with sound, put down for the rhymes I say

Beats flow from Joe and never stop (Stop)

Better get yourself together, let's rock

Hit it Run

Run

Run, Run

Run, Run, Run

Run, Run

You jump, watch you clock, while I rock this spot

I'm better known to the world as the King of Rock

I like to speak my piece when I'm on the mic

I'm the best, or at least, I'm the one you like

And when I serve, you deserve to hear what I say

I throw a curve, he got the nerve to make a triple play

Now how devastating can an MC be?

My name is Darryl, but you can call me D (D)

Hit it Run

Run (Aw, aw yeah)

Ru– Ru– Ru– Run (Aw, aw yeah)

Run, Run, Run

Ru– Ru– Ru– Ru– Ru– Ru– Ru– Ru– Run (Aw yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's called gangsta, hard rock, non-stop hip hop

And it's headed for the top by the rhymes I pop (Pop)

For every race, place, color, country, county or creed (Creed)

And all of the places that I emceed (Emceed)

B-Boy badness to the highest degree

And you can't be a boy unless you be D (D)

You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape (Grape)

And if you ain't got this tape, you're in bad shape (Shape)

Beats flow from Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together, let's

Rock

Run

Run, Run, Run

D– D– D– DJ, Run

Run, Run, Run

D– D– D– D– D– DJ, Run-Run, Run-Run, Run-Run, Run-Run, Run-Run

Do you really believe what's going on?

I was conceived and I was born (Born)

I once was lost but now I'm found (Found)

Tell your bunch, I'm boss, I run this town (Town)

I leave all suckers in the dust (Suckers, dust)

Those dumb motherfuckers can't mess with us

Beats flow from Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together, let's rock

Hit it Run

Run

Run

Run

Run

I was straight from the start performing art

Climbin' up the chart, while others fall apart

The three outlaws in the music trade

We won't rob but our job is to get paid (P– P– P– P– Paid)

'Cause Run has fun if Jay will play

And I add one more rhyme to say

Now how devastating can an MC be?

My name is Darryl, but you can call me D (Darryl, D)

Hit it Run

Run

Run

Run

Run

I was born

Son of Byford, brother of Al (Son, Al)

Banna's my mamma and Run's my pal (Run)

It's McDaniels, not McDonald's

These rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are (R– R– R– R– Ronald's)

I ran down my family tree

My mother, my father, my brother and D

Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay