Run-d.m.c. - Hit It Run Lyrics
[d.m.c.]Born to rock around the clockYou cant say Im notAnd in case you forgotIm the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, of rock!!Im the devestating mic controller d.m.c.And cant nobody mess around with meIm the king of rock, rap, and a rhymeI deal what I feel and it feels fineIf the girls ? ? chase then I will playAround with sound put down for the rhymes I sayBeats flow from joe and never stopBetter get yourself together lets rock, hit it run!{*beatboxing*}[d.m.c.]You, jump, watch you clock, while I rock your spotIm better known to the world as the king of rockI like to speak my piece when Im on the micIm the best, or at least, Im the one you likeAnd when I serve you deserve to hear what I sayI throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple playNow how devestating can an mc be?My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run!{*beatboxing*}[d.m.c.]Its called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hopAnd its headed for the top by the rhymes I popFor every race place color country county or creedAnd all of the places that I emceedB-boy badness to the highest degreeAnd it cant b-a-boy unless you be dYou cant bust a cherry or crush a grapeAnd if you aint got this tape youre in bad shapeBeats flow from joe and never stopBetter get yourself together, lets rock!{*beatboxing*}[d.m.c.]Do.. you.. really believe whats going onI was conceived and I was bornI once was lost but now Im foundTell your bunch Im boss I run this townI leave all suckers, in the dustThose dumb mother*****ers cant mess with usBeats flow from joe and never stopBetter get yourself together, lets rock, hit it run!{*beatboxing*}[d.m.c.]I.. was.. straight from the start performin artClimbin up the chart while others fall apartThe three outlaws in the music tradeWe wont rob but our job is to get paidCause run has fun if jay will playAs I add one more rhyme to sayNow how devestating can an mc be?My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run!{*beatboxing*}[d.m.c.]I was bornSon of byford, brother of alBad as my mamma and runs my palIts mcdaniels, not mcdonaldsThese rhymes are darryls, the burgers are ronaldsI ran down, my family treeMy mother, my father, my brother and dRun-d.m.c. and jam master jay
