Texty:
Run D M C The School Of Old

that [Run] and that's the way it is [Kid Rock] Beats get ya ? hurrah [Run:] Jay [Kid Rock:] homes eatin' Joe's, the punks on this Rover [Run:] Jay, Run, and D M C

name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok

hold it down we older now my nigga This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This

that grammar From any state it don't matter, from here to Montana From white girls name Anna, to old ladies name Manna They hold'n up they banners, and run

Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with I run

or here on the scene sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate I'm simply teaching I representing

i'm blessed With the will to make sense of all this mess I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky And i'm the only M.C that'll never die So just

now they call me D.M.C He's the Emcee of the party The D's for doin' it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool

/7, Run-D.M.C. in effect, that's warning All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's That means you pause My word is born Yeah, speakin' on truth From the old school