Rock Box (B-Boy Mix)

Run-dmc

Live for you

(Fresh) fresh, yeah

For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud

Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored

You're the kind of guy that girl ignored

I'm drivin' a Caddy, you fixin' a Ford

My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name's Ward

And when I'm rockin' on the mic, you should all applaud

Because 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 the 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 crossfades, okay

Because the rhymes I say sharp as a nail

Witty as can be and not for sale

Always funky fresh, could never be stale

Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail

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

Bust into the party, come in the place

See the first things come, the music in your face

Girls on the walls, some on the floor

With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore

So listen to this because it can't be missed

And you can't leave 'til you're dismissed

You can do anything that you want to

But you can't leave until we're through

So relax your body and your mind

And listen to us say this rhyme, hey

You might think that you have waited

Long enough 'til the rhyme was stated

But if it were a test, it would be graded

With a grade that's not debated