[Run-D.M.C.]. Unconceivable, unbelievable. Grammar like a hammer information receivable. Sent by the Lord, here and abroad. with words well adored now they can't be ignored!.
Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh. Auggggggggggggh, auuuuuuugh. . A to the maker, I dedicated my rap. for the creator, there's nothing greater than that.. .
One little, two little, three little indians!. ("check this out"). One little, two little, three little indians!. ("ahh yeah!"). . [Jam Master Jay]. Httin hard, now check the hard hit.
[DMC]. The King of Rock, who?. The King of Rock, what?. The King of Rock, who?. The King of Rock, what?. The King of Rock, who?. The King of Rock, what?.
[Method Man]. Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is they ready?. . [Run]. How y'all feel out there?. . [DMC]. Ah yeah, alright, alright.... . [Method Man].
[D.M.C.]. These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man. I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in. Understand you're fuckin up, fuckin up the block.
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.
(Run). Two years ago, a friend of mine. Asked me to say some MC rhymes. So I said this rhyme I'm about to say. The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way.
"I'm the. I'm the. I'm the. I'm the.". . "I'm the king of." "ROCK AND ROLL!". "I'm the king of." "ROCK AND ROLL!". "I'm the king of." "ROCK", "I'm the king of." "ROCK".
Aiyyo Jay yo Jay, check this out. I was born. Son of Byford, brother of Al. Bad as my mamma and Run's, my pal. These rhymes are Darryl's, those burgers are RONALD'S.
(feat. Method Man, Dig Dast, Gold D, Jamel Simmons). . [Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]. Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?. (Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down).
(RUN). A whole lot of superstars, on this stage her tonight. But I want y'all to know one thing-this is... (DMC) My house. and when I say who's house, y'all know what time it is..
As I walk through the corners of Cooley High. I gotta be thankful that I'm still alive. I have a lot of thoughts like who the hell am I. What is the truth and what is a lie?.
Reggae!. Rrrroots, rap, reggae!. . and we don't stop. It's like that y'all, and then we're ready to play. It's no jive, it's live, and it's reggae. Roots, rap..
And this is the way.. we rock the house!. . Ha hah.. Ya don't.. Ya can't.. and I don't.. ya don't stop!. D. M. C.. Huh.. . I'm the King of Rock, there is none higher..
Yo, DJ Run. DMC. Yeah, what, who. King of rock. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Echo tech B-boy down. . I want to rock right now. DJ Run and I'm claiming my crown.
[Run]. Run. (Run.) D. (D) M. (M) C. (C). Rock. (rock. rock.). For you! (for you. for you.). Fresh (fresh. fresh.). . [guitar solo]. . [Run]. For all you sucker MC's perpetratin a FRAUD.
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings. We're raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings. The king will be praised, and hell will be raised. S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be fazed.
[Run]. I. woke up this morning got ready to roll. Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold. Applied longjohns with Adidas not matching. I called up Jam Master cause I knew he was scratching.
Radio station, on vacation. Wonder where Run was, damn be patient. Comin to the rescue, people won't let you. forget about my DJ, and my crew. Pickin up the pieces, nephews and nieces.