Rock Box

Run, run

DMC

Bye, bye, bye

For you

Fresh, fresh, fresh shit

For all you sucka MC's perpetrating the Run

You 'bout the cold whack and get the crowd cold hard

You're the kind of guy that girl ignored

I'm droppin' 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 groovin', you movin', it has been proven

We count the seven beats because our music is soothing

We created, related and often demonstrated

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 fade

Check out 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 the Wizard of the 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 think, just say that, you'll say it anyway

Bust into a party, come in the place

See first we come, then music's in your face

Girls on the wall, some on the floor

With the DJ named Jay with the trunks 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

And 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 B 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 know 'cause

We want to see you all in motion

Just shake, wriggle, 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

Hooah!

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 plastic or the Calvin Klein

'Cause Calvin Klein is no friend of mine

Don't want nobody's name on my behind

V on my leg, sneakers on my feet

Diva by my side and Jay with the beat

Jay jay jay jay

We don't, we don't stop

Jay jay jay jay

One, two, three

Hollis crew

For, for, for, for the love now

Cool T now

My, my man jam master

Is in his place to be (Jay jay jay jay)

The, the big beat blaster

Straight off the track

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

Crush 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 and autographs

Fly girls in the place, in the place

Homeboys

Hollis crew