Hit It Run - Run DMC

Born to rock around the clock

You can’t say I’m not

And in case you forgot

I’m the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING, of ROCK!

I’m the devestating mic controller D.M.C.

And can’t nobody mess around with me

I’m the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme

I deal what I feel and it feels fine

If the girl’s ??

chase then I will play

around with sound put down for the rhymes I say

Beats flow from Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together let’s rock, HIT IT RUN!

You, jump, watch you clock, while I rock your spot

I’m better known to the world as the King of Rock

I like to speak my piece when I’m on the mic

I’m the best, or at least, I’m the one you like

And when I serve you deserve to hear what I say

I throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play

Now how devestating can an MC be?

My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, HIT IT RUN!

It’s called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop

And it’s headed for the top by the rhymes I pop

For every race place color country county or creed

and all of the places that I emceed

B-Boy badness to the highest degree

And it can’t b-a-boy unless you be D

You can’t bust a cherry or crush a grape

and if you ain’t got this tape you’re in bad shape

Beats flow from Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together, let’s ROCK!

Do.

you.

really believe what’s going on

I was conceived and I was born

I once was lost but now I’m found

Tell your bunch I’m boss I run this town

I leave all suckers, in the dust

Those dumb motherfuckers can’t mess with us

Beats flow from Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together, let’s rock, HIT IT RUN!

I. was.

straight from the start performin art

Climbin up the chart while others fall apart

The three outlaws in the music trade

We won’t rob but our job is to get paid

Cause Run has fun if Jay will play

As I add one more rhyme to say

Now how devestating can an MC be?

My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, HIT IT RUN!

I was born

son of Byford, brother of AL

Bad as my mamma and Run’s my pal

It’s McDaniels, not McDonald’s

These rhymes are Darryl’s, the burgers are RONALD’S

I ran down, my family tree

My mother, my father, my brother and D

Run-D.M.C.

and JAM MASTER JAY