check out the Master as he cuts these jams And look at us with the mics in our hands Then take a count, 1 2 3 Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C He's Jam Master Jay
check out the Master as he cuts these jams And look at us with the mics in our hands Then take a count, 1 2 3 Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C. He's Jam Master Jay
around the way Run DMC and Jam Master Jay I'm the king What's up? Of rock Who am I? I'm the king Of what? Of rock Who are we? I'm the king Alright
chips and a C.L.K. After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] Now hold up Run
's so vital 'I'm the King of Rock', 'cause that's my title Then take a count, one two three Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C. You see, I want respect and if I'm
both did their thing But, Jam Master's gettin' loose and D M C's the king 'Cause he's the adult entertainer, child educator Jam Master Jay, king of the
, yeah It's like the A the B to the C, it's easier than 1, 2, 3 He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C, so here's Run It's time for we to cease, so what? So
mine Don't want nobody's name on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet D by my side and Jay with the beat Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay We don't,
see, I got a little bigga Jam Master Jay a with the zigga-zigga Produce, bamboost, let loose the sound No groups or troops could boo me down I slam and jam
y'allest the tallest Three the hardest from Hollis If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say,
I'ma have to bust your hat One little, two little indians and me Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C. We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three") And ninety-three
get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get Word up, I'd like to thank G O D, Man above Run-D.M.C. in the house
You pissed me off, now I'm takin a leak I kill at will, thrill, top bill I'm makin a mill, and damn I'm still Makin history on the m i c And for the
em Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long Jay, D and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on I always say to Joe, turn on the radio Jam Master Jay will know, that
Jam Master, 'cause I knew he was scratching Jay to the telly music, loud as hell He said, "Hold up Run," ding dong, "It's the bell" Jay to the door
Mac suckers on my bozack Down with Run so don't act stunned Run-D.M.C., shootin' like a shot gun In effect, 'cause I'm still rulin' "I'm the king", and I'm
F Jay receives an A for his essay Spins til you're dizzy Born to get busy Is he the Jam Master? Isn't he, or is he? And my name is D.M.C The K-I-N-G