I’m the king of rock, there is none higher.
Sucker MC’s should call me sire.
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire.
I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire.
Now we rock the party and come correct.
Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect.
Got the right to vote and will elect.
And other rappers can’t stand us, but give us respect.
They called us ill, we’re gettin’ iller.
There’s no one chiller.
It’s not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller.
As one def rapper, I know I can hang.
I’m Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang.
Roll to the rock, rock to the roll.
DMC stands for devastating mic control.
You can’t touch me with a ten foot pole.
And even made the devil sell me his soul.
Now we crash through walls, cut through floors.
Bust through ceilings and knock down doors.
And when we’re on the tape, we’re fresh out the box.
You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks.
For every living person we’re a purple treat.
It’s me and DMC, Jay where’s the beat?
Now we’re the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool.
I’m DMC, I rock and roll. I’m DJ Run, I rock and rule.
It’s not a trick or treat and it’s not a April fool.
It’s all brand new, never ever old school.
You got the music in your body and you can’t comprehend.
When your mind won’t wiggle and your knees won’t bend.
Music ain’t nothin’ but a people’s jam.
It’s DJ Run, DMC, rocking without a band.
Now I walked on ice and never fell.
I spent my time in a plush hotel.
I stood on many stages, held many mics.
Take airplan flights, at huge heights.
So all you sucker MC’s, you gotta say please.
‘Cause when he jumps high, I’m pulling down weeds.
Got a song so strong, it’s knocking down trees.
Is it hard to believe Run-DMC?
I am from, around the way.
And Run goes to school, every day.
And Jay plays the records he has to play.
And we get down with no delay, hey.
I rock the party with the words I speak.
And Run says the rhymes that are unique.
And Jay cuts the records every day of the week.
And we are the crew that can never be beat.
So don’t try to diss me, try to be my friend.
‘Cause if you do, you’ll get yours in the end.
The rhymes we say, shall set a trend.
Because a devastating rap is what we send.
Every jam we play, we break two needles.
There’s three of us but we’re not the Beatles.
My name is Darryl, you can call him D.
You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC.
People always ask, DMC, what does it mean?
D’s for never dirty, MC for mostly clean.
Like we said before, we rock hardcore.
I’m DJ Run, I can scratch. I’m DMC, I can draw.
And now we got the knack, to attract.
Our rhyme’s an aphrodisiac.
We’ll reign on your brain and rock your knot.
When it comes to rock, give it all we got.
To be MC’s we got what it takes.
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break.
We’re cool cool cats, it’s like that.
That’s the way it is, so stay the hell back.
We’re causin’ hard times, for sucker MC’s.
‘Cause they don’t make no songs like these.