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

Nothing too deep and nothing dense

And all our rhymes make a lot of sense

So move your butt to the cut

Run amok, you're not in a rut

Each and everybody out there, we got the notion

We want to see y'all all in motion

Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down

Move your body to the funky sound

Side to side, back and forth

We're the two MCs and we're gonna go off

Stand in place, walk or run

Tap your feet, you'll be on the one

Just snap your fingers and clap your hands

Our DJ's better than all these bands

Huh

We got all the lines and all the rhymes

We don't drop dimes and we don't do crimes

We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines

And never wear the pants they call the Calvin Kleins

'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of 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 (beat)

Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh

We don't stop

Don't, don't stop (Jay)

One, one, two, two, three, three

The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew

For, for, for, for, for the love now

Cool T now, ha, ha

My man, my man

My, my man Jam Master

In, in his place to be

Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay

The big beat blaster

Wailin', straight up rap

Countin' green

All the way live

Re-remember you don't stop

And, and, and, and you don't stop

Rock, rock the spot

Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah (stick 'em)

Run rocks it well, huh, well, well

With the clientele

Krush Groove (young ladies in the place)

We're-we're, we're-we're (bass)

We're-we're, we're-we're in the hottest place

Ha (Cold Crush), so Larry

Homeboys

Now we're talkin' autographs

Talkin' autographs and autographs

Fly girls in the place

Homeboys

Hollis Crew