Run-D.M.C. Lyrics
Run-D.M.C. Lyrics
"Here We Go (Live at The Fun House) Lyrics"
Live it Up Lyrics
Yeah Pick up the pace now C'mon Yeah This feel like that tight shit That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce bounce bounce N'ah mean Go stop at the little spot Get you a little bag of the lye And just bounce bounce Yo Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken Spicy seasoning was finger licking Everything looks grand and I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheeli
Yeah Pick up the pace now C'mon Yeah This feel like that tight shit That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce bounce bounce N'ah mean Go stop at the little spot Get you a little bag of the lye And just bounce bounce Yo Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken Spicy seasoning was finger licking Everything looks grand and I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheeli
[Run] How y'all feel out there?
[D.M.C.]
Aww yeah! Alright! Aight, check this out
One two three, in the place to be
As it is plain to see
He is DJ Run, and I am D.M.C.
Funky fresh for 1983
DJ Jam Master Jay
Inside the place with all the bass
He leaves without a trace
And he came here tonight to get on your case
And we are.. the krush groovin, the body-movin
The record makin, AND the record breakin
And it goes a little somethin like this..
It goes a one two three and
[Run-D.M.C.]
Here we go.. here we go
Here we go, here we go, here we here we here we go
D.M.C. and DJ Run, dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum
We're rockin on the mic and then you know where we're from
Dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum
We hope y'all ready for the big beat drum
Drum diddy-drum diddy-diddy-drum-drum
So people in the place here the big beat come
Here it come, here it come, here it kiddi-come-come
Come on everybody let's all get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So nobody out there be misled
We make up all these rhymes inside our
Between The Demons Lyrics
I am the darkest demon. Taken from the second season. I reside at the bottom of a bottle and my inside is about to rot. I’m working to inflict some pain. Bloodstain! In front of me you stand trial. Come to me my child. And no one can hear me cry. I’m the rest of your life. And sadly I stand trial. Come to me my child. I’m trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season. Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. I’m looking for another location, simply running into desperation. N
headI am the darkest demon. Taken from the second season. I reside at the bottom of a bottle and my inside is about to rot. I’m working to inflict some pain. Bloodstain! In front of me you stand trial. Come to me my child. And no one can hear me cry. I’m the rest of your life. And sadly I stand trial. Come to me my child. I’m trapped between the demons, have to get away from the darkest season. Wiping the sweat off my forehead seconds before his eyes turn into red. I’m looking for another location, simply running into desperation. N
The other MC's cannot compete
When we rap on the mic to this big beat
The beat is big it's kind of large
And when we're on the mic, WE'RE IN CHARGE!
[Run]
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
It's like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all)
Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka
But keep a bag of cheeba inside my locker (HUH!)
Go to school everyday (HUH!)
Always time to get paid (HA HUH!)
Cause I'm rockin on the mic until the break of day
[D.M.C.]
And now the things I do make me a star
And you can be too if know who you are
Just put your mind to it, you'll go real far
And the next thing you know you'll have a big car
[Run - overlaps]
A-liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy
Listen to the beat, here I say
because it's not routine, it's the way I play (Hahh-AHH)
Spit come out my mouth all time of the day; a then ahh
And most the time, Jam Master Jay
[D.M.C.]
Hey they used to call me Easy Dee
Because I rapped on the mic so easily
But now they call me D.M.C.
(HE'S) D.M.C. of the par-ty
The D
Home Thoughts From Abroad Lyrics
I could be a millionaire if I had the money I could own a mansion, no I don't think I'd like that But I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny And you could tell your friends in England you'd like that But now I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us And a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss How is Worcestershire? Is it still the same between us? Do you still use television to send you fast asleep? Can you last another week? Does the cistern still leak? Or have you found a man to mend it? Oh, and by
's for doin it all of the timeI could be a millionaire if I had the money I could own a mansion, no I don't think I'd like that But I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny And you could tell your friends in England you'd like that But now I've chosen aeroplanes and boats to come between us And a line or two on paper wouldn't go amiss How is Worcestershire? Is it still the same between us? Do you still use television to send you fast asleep? Can you last another week? Does the cistern still leak? Or have you found a man to mend it? Oh, and by
M is for the rhymes, that are all mine
C's for cool cool as can be
(And why you wear those glasses?) So I can see!
[Run]
Rhymes so def, rhymes rhymes galore
Rhymes that you've never even heard before
Now if you say you heard my rhyme, we gonna have to fight
Cause I just made the motherfuckers up last night
Kick off your shoes, relax your feet
Party on down to the DJ Run beat
The beat to get you up and get you outta your seat
Make you boogie to this (party) cause you know it's unique
Wait a tiny minute, don't break on me
My rhymes come faster as the DJ cheats(?)
The DJ cuts the record for the valley below
Then I boogie your ass, til it's time to go
And when it's time to go GIRLS, takin you home
So straighten your dress up, bout your hair use a comb
[D.M.C.]
Well I'm the microphone master, super rhyme maker
I get def as the others get faker
It's me D.M.C. in the place to be
And I still got the same old harmony
I'm the Deva-STATIN, Mic Controller
The word wi-zard and the chief rock HOLDER
Bad b-boy made for the b-girls
The Withering Flower Of Life Lyrics
A slow descent of the midnight sun, a fall from crimson skies The warm and gentle summerwind closes my tired eyes Dead I am not, yet dying at this long-abandoned field I can feel how my life falls with the first autumn leaves I hear the distant chime of bells, "The king shall die", they tell Is that chime from the Hell or from the Heaven whence we fell..? I only know, my rose and I, united in the outset of life Entering the night divine, to the new throne arise As silent as an owl's fli
Rock rulin rhymes as the turntable twirlsA slow descent of the midnight sun, a fall from crimson skies The warm and gentle summerwind closes my tired eyes Dead I am not, yet dying at this long-abandoned field I can feel how my life falls with the first autumn leaves I hear the distant chime of bells, "The king shall die", they tell Is that chime from the Hell or from the Heaven whence we fell..? I only know, my rose and I, united in the outset of life Entering the night divine, to the new throne arise As silent as an owl's fli
Supreme leader was born to talk
And over any 'corded rap king, I'll exalt(?)
[Run]
I'm from Hollis Queens and the games we play
See these games most everyday
People ridin round town, think hot rods
Get paid real well, don't have jobs
We've got pickpockets, thieves, gamblin man
Bettin twenty to one, right against your friend
We've got 'em all out there, doin their best
Play slick games and avoid arrest
Now the games of life, are really fun
but you had to play the game until the game is done
So play on..
[D.M.C. - Run chimes in]
.. to the break of dawn
As we rock y'all on to the early morn'
He's JAM MASTER JAY, the big beat blaster
HE gets better cause he know HE HAS TO
It's eighty-three and he's a little faster
And only practice MAKES A REAL JAM MASTER
JMJ ARE THE LETTERS OF HIS NAME
Cuttin and scratchin ARE THE ASPECTS OF HIS GAME
So check out the Master as he cuts THESE JAMS
Then look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, one two three
Jam Master Jay, (Run)-D.M.C.!!