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Run Dmc
> Back From Hell
>> Sucker Dj's
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 chance 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 wit you, a check it out y'all
Jam Master, ah tell me
What the fuck you gonna do?
>> The Ave
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that they're dope, man
I'll never joke about the coke that they're smokin'
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 got a beam in when I see men feigning
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.
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.
... auugh!
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 this and that street
I remember the time there was a jam in a level park
No, the music, no poll booths till after dark
That's when the shit starts happening
Brothers 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 fence 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 sliding, they ride the ding-a-ling
I didn't see a kid by the sea, so he saw
Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore
I'm throwin' fate to the gate, come to break graceful
And my man from Japan got vicked for sure
Do me a favour when you roll with your crew
You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue
>> What's It All About
I would like to throw "Rock Box" in the start of this one
Run, Dee, Run, D, M, C
Here we go again!
What's it all about?
Livin' in the city - the crack the mack and all that
Easy does it, is it? was it?
The black on white that fight at night
In those racist places - let's get it right
Ah to the maximum, and keep askin' 'em
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 a 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
What's it all about?
Just a hard rock, on a hard block
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 then boom
You played yourself, you made your wealth
The deal was dealt - now your health is in question
Three Card Marley, hoodlums - who are we?
Pollution, prostitution, In God We
Need a solution, revolution, substitution
For the things that we're abusing
Pity the city, for the people livin' out on the streets
Yo, we own this, the homeless need to eat
There's no progress for the rest
God bless the less
What's it all about?
What it is?
What's it all about?
Whassup G?
What it be?
How you livin'? Homeless probably
Mandela's free
And they're rollin' with D
In history you cannot see em like they cannot see me
The Berlin Wall
It all had to fall
They said no but
Yo! Yes y'all!
The people that spoke were never provoked
And now it's tumblin' down
Freedom of speech for each
Now how that sound?
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
Information, Jason's placin' bass inside the nation
and be a, see ya cause I'm racin' with Run
And now that the point is out
Let the jam slam my man and tell me
What's it all about?
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
Mom's still cookin' collard greens and I'm doin' the same things
I ain't never goin' out suckers
Punk motherfuckers!
What's it all about?
>> Bob Your Head
Bob your head (x2)
As we bop on
To the break of dawn
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last stop! Rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
So won't ya bob your head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
B-b-ba bob your head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
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 person
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 freshest
So just a bob ya head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Bob your head! Rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Rough, rough 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 to 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 poisonous potion
To the sound that's up and down, now sit, ya that's the motion
Buckwild in a style for ya, honey child
The organisation of bobbin' and pacin' will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, duke her booty, bust a phat 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! Ho, bob ya head
Rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Ah just a bob ya head
Bob ya head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Ah just a bob ya head
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 blessin'
That people are ride and must abide to this direction
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 mission
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 invention
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 definitely 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!
>> Faces
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
Faces (x4)
Knuckleheads in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to fake
So kill that noise and get outta my face
And let a real MC collect dollars
The truth doin', 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
A scene for caution
All them suckers get lost in the soft ones
Faces
Just start speakin' of faces
And leaving traces of a race be marked
And the sparks fly day and night dark and light
Different types of
Faces ahh, faces faces
Faces and everywhere you go you see
Faces yeah yeah yeah
Faces
Break!
As we come back on
All of your faces I place with rhyme
And this crew, you're facing your doom
You got punched in the face as soon as you heard this tune
I race at a pace with no shoelaces
The race is faces, places, disgraces
Taste the taste of the racial facial
Disgraceful taste this race is facin'
Get outta my face, don't base no race for time
My brother, I'm not colourblind
I walk the face of the earth
Face death
Face the facts and I'll test
Rip lip and trip won't shatter palate
Get out my face or we can go head up D.M.C
No, no, yo! You don't understand me
In this land where they always try to ban me
Type me the stereotype of a face
And that's the problem with the human race
Haste makes waste, no trace of the faces
We're all the same, but with different faces
Faces (x5)
Yeah, yeah and everywhere I go I see
Faces sweatin' you be sweatin'
Faces around around the world, international faces.
Faces yeah, now bust it
I took a look in the face of a girl
The way she looked that day was sayin'
Somethin' 'bout the way my afro's growin'
Well is it funky? Ah, well ok
Is she jackin' my 'fro or my fame?
Do she want me because of my name?
I like the ladies sweet and serious
Not those 'hos that plays the game
On every Tom, Dick and Harry
Sean, Jerry, John, Nick, Curly, Moe and Larry
You thinkin' you marry? Well you're crazy
My baby you won't carry
'Cause I like the girl that's low-key
That's how it's gotta be to be with me
And I'll take her to all exotic places
The name of this jam is called Faces
So many faces
And everywhere I go I see faces
Everywhere you go you see faces
International faces, I'm the afro and now I'm outta here
>> Kick The Frama Lama Lama
Augghh!
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, BBS 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 ho, 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 ho'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
You need a umbrella if it starts to rain (x3)
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 you's 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!
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!
>> Pause
Afros... Yeahh my man
Afros! Yeahh what's up my man
Brothers be out there doin' crack... no my man
They be doin' dope... no
They be gangbangin'! no
All them brothers need to just
Pause
Yeah I'm with that
From the Afros, and the forty ounce crew
Who say slowly but surely, we gonna turn the mother out
We got more in store for the 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, yeah, 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 you ain't with it
Pause, if you did it, admit it
'Cause, you shouldn't a 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 raw, and full of flaws
Before you break laws just pause!
I think that worked man (x4)
Pause
Yeah pause, this beat is dope D
I'm tellin' you, this beat is dope, 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
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, ooh, 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 in my hand
And patch it 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 wop
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 whether 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!
>> Word Is Born
Let's begin to talk!!
1990, and this is what's goin' on
To the break of dawn
24/7, Run-D.M.C in effect
That, that's boring
All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's
That means you pause
My word is born
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!"
Standin' on another line, why?
You did a crime, now the time is mine
I school you and your crew, what
Did you do to my brother?
Stop - sellin' and killin' one another
Take some time, to see what's missin'
Brothers in the LQ, 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 I'm proud to be black
And my word is born
My word is born (x3)
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
To rock to put your bright lights to 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 hittin' it, don't renege
Bust a rap like a cap like I snap a 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
1990's and ain't nuttin' changed, punk!
>> Back From Hell
On the lower level where the devils dwell
Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell
Back from the depths of hell
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 cigarette"
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
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 took the rap
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 still ill and build
A flyer empire, higher, still runnin' the 'ville
Back from the depths of hell
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's black, he yell
You just stop and think, he's comin' back from hell
Back from the depths of hell
From the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!
>> Don't Stop
You can't, you won't, you don't stop swingin'
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
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
And yo my name is Run, and yeah I'm all that
Slap back, the king of the daddy macks
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
A hip-hop, you gotta diggy diggy don't stop!
The longest charted artist, hittin' hardest, smartest
Professor, compressor, impresser to the lesser
Low-life holders 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 to 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!
Funky lyrics that you hear
As we release the masterpiece, the music will cease
And I'll put up the peace sign
And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told
D's bold, and suckers'll fold
And I'm Run, my son, the fun has just begun
And some are slum, and make em sell till
Crumbles crumb they hum, those fools will come
And none have never done Run, Jay!
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 D - don't stop!
>> Groove To The Sound
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 fulfilment 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
Female groupies, they jock a lot
Ugly hos jockin', don't give em no rap
Saps don't turn out, '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!
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!
As we come, together, forever, whenever
The clever get better, better, so get yourself together
And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say
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 sound 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!
Yeahh baby, augghh!
>> P Upon A Tree
Yo D, let's break out, we late man, hurry up
Alright man, let's go to Poppa Ken's, get some 40-dogs man
Aiyyo man pull over!
What for?
I gotta take a piss man
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 O.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
>> Naughty
And I say, the brother's about to get naughty!
Rockin' you on down to the last stop!
See them on the corner, schemin' a scam
Makin' plans beat the man that'll put him in the pen
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 an ex, 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! (x4)
Starin' and tearin' in my direction
Selection is vexin', I brought protection
Suspicious, frisk us, this 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! (x4)
Hey, 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 LA 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 get raw, see
Check out the three, Run-D.M.C
And the brother's about to get naughty!
The brother's about to get naughty! (x4)
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! (x4)
>> Livin' In The City
This is what happened in the city one day
From the city, although it ain't pretty
In town, get down to the nitty gritty
The city, busy traffic, tragic
Magic, graphic, ain't nothin' to laugh at
Poverty, rivalry, larceny
Hard as can be, so don't bother me
With the drug starts
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 the fuel, the brain the tool
I kick info just to let you know
The rhyme flow to show you how far you can go
In the city
>> Not Just Another Groove
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
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
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 and 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 the deal
I might just strike tonight, and make you say
Run ran the place with bass and bust booty
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...
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
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
Ooh, this one's called - not just another groove
Not just another..
Not just another..
Not just another one, not just another one
Deliverin', I'll deliver and give ya
Whatcha been waitin', one two three, for
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't ya hear me say peace, and it's not just another groove
Yeah Jay I just wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters out there
Yeah.. it's not just another groove
Come on and say
Stop the violence
> Back From Hell
>> Sucker Dj's
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 chance 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 wit you, a check it out y'all
Jam Master, ah tell me
What the fuck you gonna do?
>> The Ave
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that they're dope, man
I'll never joke about the coke that they're smokin'
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 got a beam in when I see men feigning
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.
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.
... auugh!
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 this and that street
I remember the time there was a jam in a level park
No, the music, no poll booths till after dark
That's when the shit starts happening
Brothers 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 fence 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 sliding, they ride the ding-a-ling
I didn't see a kid by the sea, so he saw
Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore
I'm throwin' fate to the gate, come to break graceful
And my man from Japan got vicked for sure
Do me a favour when you roll with your crew
You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue
>> What's It All About
I would like to throw "Rock Box" in the start of this one
Run, Dee, Run, D, M, C
Here we go again!
What's it all about?
Livin' in the city - the crack the mack and all that
Easy does it, is it? was it?
The black on white that fight at night
In those racist places - let's get it right
Ah to the maximum, and keep askin' 'em
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 a 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
What's it all about?
Just a hard rock, on a hard block
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 then boom
You played yourself, you made your wealth
The deal was dealt - now your health is in question
Three Card Marley, hoodlums - who are we?
Pollution, prostitution, In God We
Need a solution, revolution, substitution
For the things that we're abusing
Pity the city, for the people livin' out on the streets
Yo, we own this, the homeless need to eat
There's no progress for the rest
God bless the less
What's it all about?
What it is?
What's it all about?
Whassup G?
What it be?
How you livin'? Homeless probably
Mandela's free
And they're rollin' with D
In history you cannot see em like they cannot see me
The Berlin Wall
It all had to fall
They said no but
Yo! Yes y'all!
The people that spoke were never provoked
And now it's tumblin' down
Freedom of speech for each
Now how that sound?
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
Information, Jason's placin' bass inside the nation
and be a, see ya cause I'm racin' with Run
And now that the point is out
Let the jam slam my man and tell me
What's it all about?
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
Mom's still cookin' collard greens and I'm doin' the same things
I ain't never goin' out suckers
Punk motherfuckers!
What's it all about?
>> Bob Your Head
Bob your head (x2)
As we bop on
To the break of dawn
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last stop! Rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
So won't ya bob your head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
B-b-ba bob your head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
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 person
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 freshest
So just a bob ya head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Bob your head! Rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Rough, rough 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 to 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 poisonous potion
To the sound that's up and down, now sit, ya that's the motion
Buckwild in a style for ya, honey child
The organisation of bobbin' and pacin' will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, duke her booty, bust a phat 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! Ho, bob ya head
Rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Ah just a bob ya head
Bob ya head, rough, rough an' rugged we comin'
Ah just a bob ya head
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 blessin'
That people are ride and must abide to this direction
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 mission
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 invention
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 definitely 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!
>> Faces
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
Faces (x4)
Knuckleheads in my face for a second
But I move the crowd, and I reckon
That a sucker might jump and try to fake
So kill that noise and get outta my face
And let a real MC collect dollars
The truth doin', 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
A scene for caution
All them suckers get lost in the soft ones
Faces
Just start speakin' of faces
And leaving traces of a race be marked
And the sparks fly day and night dark and light
Different types of
Faces ahh, faces faces
Faces and everywhere you go you see
Faces yeah yeah yeah
Faces
Break!
As we come back on
All of your faces I place with rhyme
And this crew, you're facing your doom
You got punched in the face as soon as you heard this tune
I race at a pace with no shoelaces
The race is faces, places, disgraces
Taste the taste of the racial facial
Disgraceful taste this race is facin'
Get outta my face, don't base no race for time
My brother, I'm not colourblind
I walk the face of the earth
Face death
Face the facts and I'll test
Rip lip and trip won't shatter palate
Get out my face or we can go head up D.M.C
No, no, yo! You don't understand me
In this land where they always try to ban me
Type me the stereotype of a face
And that's the problem with the human race
Haste makes waste, no trace of the faces
We're all the same, but with different faces
Faces (x5)
Yeah, yeah and everywhere I go I see
Faces sweatin' you be sweatin'
Faces around around the world, international faces.
Faces yeah, now bust it
I took a look in the face of a girl
The way she looked that day was sayin'
Somethin' 'bout the way my afro's growin'
Well is it funky? Ah, well ok
Is she jackin' my 'fro or my fame?
Do she want me because of my name?
I like the ladies sweet and serious
Not those 'hos that plays the game
On every Tom, Dick and Harry
Sean, Jerry, John, Nick, Curly, Moe and Larry
You thinkin' you marry? Well you're crazy
My baby you won't carry
'Cause I like the girl that's low-key
That's how it's gotta be to be with me
And I'll take her to all exotic places
The name of this jam is called Faces
So many faces
And everywhere I go I see faces
Everywhere you go you see faces
International faces, I'm the afro and now I'm outta here
>> Kick The Frama Lama Lama
Augghh!
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, BBS 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 ho, 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 ho'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
You need a umbrella if it starts to rain (x3)
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 you's 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!
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!
>> Pause
Afros... Yeahh my man
Afros! Yeahh what's up my man
Brothers be out there doin' crack... no my man
They be doin' dope... no
They be gangbangin'! no
All them brothers need to just
Pause
Yeah I'm with that
From the Afros, and the forty ounce crew
Who say slowly but surely, we gonna turn the mother out
We got more in store for the 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, yeah, 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 you ain't with it
Pause, if you did it, admit it
'Cause, you shouldn't a 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 raw, and full of flaws
Before you break laws just pause!
I think that worked man (x4)
Pause
Yeah pause, this beat is dope D
I'm tellin' you, this beat is dope, 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
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, ooh, 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 in my hand
And patch it 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 wop
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 whether 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!
>> Word Is Born
Let's begin to talk!!
1990, and this is what's goin' on
To the break of dawn
24/7, Run-D.M.C in effect
That, that's boring
All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's
That means you pause
My word is born
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!"
Standin' on another line, why?
You did a crime, now the time is mine
I school you and your crew, what
Did you do to my brother?
Stop - sellin' and killin' one another
Take some time, to see what's missin'
Brothers in the LQ, 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 I'm proud to be black
And my word is born
My word is born (x3)
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
To rock to put your bright lights to 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 hittin' it, don't renege
Bust a rap like a cap like I snap a 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
1990's and ain't nuttin' changed, punk!
>> Back From Hell
On the lower level where the devils dwell
Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell
Back from the depths of hell
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 cigarette"
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
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 took the rap
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 still ill and build
A flyer empire, higher, still runnin' the 'ville
Back from the depths of hell
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's black, he yell
You just stop and think, he's comin' back from hell
Back from the depths of hell
From the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!
>> Don't Stop
You can't, you won't, you don't stop swingin'
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
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
And yo my name is Run, and yeah I'm all that
Slap back, the king of the daddy macks
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
A hip-hop, you gotta diggy diggy don't stop!
The longest charted artist, hittin' hardest, smartest
Professor, compressor, impresser to the lesser
Low-life holders 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 to 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!
Funky lyrics that you hear
As we release the masterpiece, the music will cease
And I'll put up the peace sign
And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told
D's bold, and suckers'll fold
And I'm Run, my son, the fun has just begun
And some are slum, and make em sell till
Crumbles crumb they hum, those fools will come
And none have never done Run, Jay!
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 D - don't stop!
>> Groove To The Sound
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 fulfilment 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
Female groupies, they jock a lot
Ugly hos jockin', don't give em no rap
Saps don't turn out, '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!
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!
As we come, together, forever, whenever
The clever get better, better, so get yourself together
And listen to the rhymes I'm about to say
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 sound 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!
Yeahh baby, augghh!
>> P Upon A Tree
Yo D, let's break out, we late man, hurry up
Alright man, let's go to Poppa Ken's, get some 40-dogs man
Aiyyo man pull over!
What for?
I gotta take a piss man
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 O.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
>> Naughty
And I say, the brother's about to get naughty!
Rockin' you on down to the last stop!
See them on the corner, schemin' a scam
Makin' plans beat the man that'll put him in the pen
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 an ex, 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! (x4)
Starin' and tearin' in my direction
Selection is vexin', I brought protection
Suspicious, frisk us, this 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! (x4)
Hey, 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 LA 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 get raw, see
Check out the three, Run-D.M.C
And the brother's about to get naughty!
The brother's about to get naughty! (x4)
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! (x4)
>> Livin' In The City
This is what happened in the city one day
From the city, although it ain't pretty
In town, get down to the nitty gritty
The city, busy traffic, tragic
Magic, graphic, ain't nothin' to laugh at
Poverty, rivalry, larceny
Hard as can be, so don't bother me
With the drug starts
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 the fuel, the brain the tool
I kick info just to let you know
The rhyme flow to show you how far you can go
In the city
>> Not Just Another Groove
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
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
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 and 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 the deal
I might just strike tonight, and make you say
Run ran the place with bass and bust booty
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...
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
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
Ooh, this one's called - not just another groove
Not just another..
Not just another..
Not just another one, not just another one
Deliverin', I'll deliver and give ya
Whatcha been waitin', one two three, for
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't ya hear me say peace, and it's not just another groove
Yeah Jay I just wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters out there
Yeah.. it's not just another groove
Come on and say
Stop the violence