rock this beat? Hell, yeah It's like the A the B to the C, it's easier than 1, 2, 3 He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C, so here's Run It's time for we to
is for you! [Jam Master Jay cuts] Beats To The Rhyme, Beats To The Rhyme, Beats-Beats-Beats-Beats [Run] Beats To The Rhyme of the rhyme I just made
D.M.C.] Yo! D that's me, the King, the MC Rhyme get mine on the t-o-p Can another MC ever rock this beat? (Hell yeah) [Run-D.M.C.] It's like the A the
sound is legit - BEEEEOTCH!!!! [2 x2 + 1 x1] [2 x2 + 1 x1] [Daddy-O] Yo I'd like to give a big up to Run-D.M.C. The Unknown Ruffnecks.. and DJ Kiil
buy rhymes from the swap meet Now should another year go by of the worst or do you wanna dibble what the Daddy does first? Now if I was blue I'd be the
tuuf wie Plankton En teil stresse d'Belle wie Gaston Bis Lucky, ich d'Brueder Dalton Wil wann's mi biist dann mit Lumiere an Antwort Und e heissi Hand druuf Sogar d
clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd
Do It Like This [Chorus x3:] C-Town's How We Ride Chi-Town's How We Ride Mid-West How We Ride Come See How We Ride [Verse: Layzie] I'm From A Place,
of shit car but that's just Webby Bitchin' I'm a star I'm a star bitch No five points Just a high white kid rolling up a joint I run the fucking beat
Trey Songz] Oh yeah that's right I'm doin' amazin' I'm fucking amazin' I'm gettin' mine right now man You niggas had a run but it's over, said it's over
say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm
crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid
] [verse two] So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm
Hill, nigga. Let's M.C.!' Twelve years old, rhymin' in the backroom. For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom. Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug E.
and grew with it, like [One.Be.Lo] A/Ay, B, C/see what I mean? D's/dese MC's is not E/effective, especially on the F.M. All you fake G's, I H/ate you
We be them up, close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob'n them purses But I aint I'm the yung dude I be rhyme'n them verses Worked
D-A-N-E and hip hop, must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee (Nas)] C'mon! Well I'm the ?wa-say-why? with the with the same crew First
mind Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D Can't be done, like tryin to find a penny in the sea Nigga run, for cover son go and get them guns Y'all ain't from
