Run D.M.C. - Hit It Run lyrics

[d.m.c.] 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! {*beatboxing*} [d.m.c.] 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! {*beatboxing*} [d.m.c.] 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! {*beatboxing*} [d.m.c.] 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 s**ers, in the dust Those dumb motherf**ers can't mess with us Beats flow from joe and never stop Better get yourself together, let's rock, hit it run! {*beatboxing*} [d.m.c.] 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! {*beatboxing*} [d.m.c.] 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