How y'all feel out there? Aw yeah alright aight, check this out One two three, in the place to be As it is plain to see He is DJ Run, and I am D.M.C Funky fresh for nineteen- eighty three DJ jam master Jay Inside the place with all the ba** He leaves without a trace And he came here tonight to get on your case And we are the krush groovin', the body-movin' The record makin', and the record breakin And it goes a little somethin' like this It goes a one two three and Here we go here we go Here we go, here we go, here we here we here we go D.M.C. and DJ Run, dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum We're rockin' on the mic and then you know where we're from Dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum We hope y'all ready for the big beat drum Drum diddy-drum diddy-diddy-drum-drum So people in the place here the big beat come Here it come, here it come, here it kiddi-come-come Come on everybody let's all get down What we have is a brand new sound So nobody out there be misled We make up all these rhymes inside our head The other MC's cannot compete When we rap on the mic to this big beat The beat is big it's kind of large And when we're on the mic, wer' re in charge It's like that y'all (that y'all) It's like that y'all (that y'all) It's like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all) Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka But keep a bag of cheeba inside my locker (huh) Go to school everyday (huh) Always time to get paid (ha huh) Cause I'm rockin' on the mic until the break of day And now the things I do make me a star And you can be too if know who you are Just put your mind to it, you'll go real far And the next thing you know you'll have a big car A-liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy Listen to the beat, here I say Because it's not routine, it's the way I play (hahh-ahh) Spit come out my mouth all time of the day a then ahh And most the time, Jam Master Jay Hey they used to call me Easy Dee Because I rapped on the mic so easily But now they call me D.M.C (He's) D.M.C. of the party The D's for doin' it all of the time M is for the rhymes, that are all mine C's for cool cool as can be (And why you wear those gla**es) So I can see Rhymes so def, rhymes rhymes galore Rhymes that you've never even heard before Now if you say you heard my rhyme, we gonna have to fight 'Cause I just made the motherf**ers up last night Kick off your shoes, relax your feet Party on down to the DJ Run beat The beat to get you up and get you outta your seat Make you boogie to this (party) cause you know it's unique Wait a tiny minute, don't break on me My rhymes come faster as the DJ cheats(?) The DJ cuts the record for the valley below Then I boogie your a**, 'til it's time to go And when it's time to go girls, takin' you home So straighten your dress up, bout your hair use a comb Well I'm the microphone master, super rhyme maker I get def as the others get faker It's me D.M.C. in the place to be And I still got the same old harmony I'm the Deva statin, mic controller The word wizard and the chief rock HOLDER Bad b-boy made for the b-girls Rock rulin' rhymes as the turntable twirls Supreme leader was born to talk And over any 'corded rap king, I'll exalt(?) I'm from Hollis Queens and the games we play See these games most everyday People ridin' round town, think hot rods Get paid real well, don't have jobs We've got pickpockets, thieves, gamblin' man Bettin' twenty to one, right against your friend We've got 'em all out there, doin' their best Play slick games and avoid arrest Now the games of life, are really fun But you had to play the game until the game is done So play on to the break of dawn As we rock y'all on to the early morn' He's jam master Jay, the big beat blaster HE gets better cause he know he has to It's eighty-three and he's a little faster And only practice makes a real jam master JMJ are the letters of his name Cuttin' and scratchin' are the aspects of his game So check out the master as he cuts these jams Then look at us with the mics in our hands Then take a count, one two three Jam master Jay, (Run)-D.M.C.