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letra de run-dmc medley - charlie benante

i’m the king of rock, there is none higher
sucker mcs should call me sire
to burn my kingdom, you must use fire
i won’t stop rockin’ ’til i retire
now we rock the party and come correct
our cuts are on time and rhymes connect
we got the right to vote and will elect
and other rappers can’t stand us, but give us respect, rah

throw your hands to the sky
and wave ’em from side to side
and if you wanna have fun with dmc
everybody say all rise
all rise
and we won’t stop ’cause we don’t stop
that party rock

thеy called us ill, we’re gеttin’ iller
there’s no one chiller
it’s not michael jackson and this is not thriller
he’s one def rapper, you know he can hang
he’s 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 i even made the devil sell me his soul
now we crash through walls, come 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 verbal treat
it’s me and dmc, yo, here’s the beat, huh

talk to ’em now

now we’re the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool
i’m dmc, i rock and roll, he’s dj run, he rocks and rules
it’s not a trick or treat and it’s not a april fool
it’s all brand new, never ever old school

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 airplane flights, at huge heights
every jam we play, we break two needles
there’s three of us and we’re not the beatles
my name is darryl, you can call me d
you can call me darryl mack, you can call me dmc
(run dmc, haha)

for all you sucker mcs perpetratin’ a fraud
your rhymes cold wack, keep the crowd cold bored
you’re the kind of guy that girl ignored
i’m drivin’ caddy, you fixin’ a ford
his name is joseph simmons but his middle name is ward
and when he’s rappin’ on the mic, you should all applaud
’cause we’re wheelin’, dealin’, we got a funny feelin’
we rock from the floor up to the ceilin’
we groove it, you move it, it has been proven
we calm the savage beast because our music is soothin’
we create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it
we’ll diss a sucker mc, make them other suckers hate it
we’re risin’, suprisin’ and often hypnotizin’
we always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in
no curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
jam master cut the record up and down and crossfade, so jay
i couldn’t wait to demonstrate
all the super def rhymes that i create
i’m a wizard of a word, that’s what you heard
and anything else is quite absurd
i’m the master of a mic, that’s what i say
and if i didn’t say that, you’d say it anyway
i’m the master of a mic, that’s what i say
and if i didn’t say that, you’d say it anyway, uh

we came here tonight to throw down
spread the word all around town
so young ladies, don’t front on me now
you know that you want to get down
the music that you hear is a treat
so get your b-tt up out of your seat
the rap will have you stomping your feet
to the sound of the funky breaking bells beat

now dr. seuss and mother goose both did their thing
jam master’s getting loose and dmc’s the king
he’s adult entertainer, child educator
jam master jay king of the crossfader
he’s the better of the best, best believe he’s the baddest
perfect timing, when i’m rhyming i’m a rhyming apparatus
lot of guts, when he cuts, girls move their b-tts
his name is jay, hear the play, get off his nuts
on the mix real quick and i’d like to say
he’s not flash but he’s fast and his name is jay
jay’s like king midas as i was told
everything that he touched, it turned to gold
he’s the greatest of the greater, get it straight, he’s great
playing fame ’cause his name is known in every state
his name is jay, to see him play, will make you say
“godd-mn, that dj made my day”
like the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
he’s a maker, breaker, and a title taker
like the little old lady who lived in a shoe
if cuts were kids he would be through

- charlie benante

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