King of Rock

Rock the House

[Some original lyrics, but most lyrics scratched and mixed in from other tracks on the album]

And this is the way...We rock the house

Hu ha huh ha huh ha...

You don't...
You can't...
And I don't...
You don't stop...
DMC...

I'm the King of Rock...There is none higher...Sire...
To burn my kingdom...Fire...'Tire

Now we rock the party and come correct
Now we crash through walls...Ceilings
On the tape, we're fresh out the box

And this is the way...We rock the house...Not!

Never...
Never...
Huh...
Ha ha...

Ha...
Ya...
Didn't wait for...
Sure shot...

And this is the way...We rock the house
And that's the way it is...

Supreme...
Beeper...
Born to talk...
Take a walk...

Back up...
Devil...
Soul...
Front...

Back...
B-Boy...
B-Girl...
Tough...

Kids run...
Ha ha...
Whip weed...
Bring it back

 

King of Rock

I'm the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I retire
Now we rock the party and come correct
All cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect

They called us ill, we're gettin iller,
There's no one chiller
It's not Michael Jackson and this is not "Thriller"
I'm one def rapper, I know I can hang
I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang
Roll to the rock, rock to the roll
DMC stands for devastating mic control
You can't touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his soul

Now we crash through walls, cut through floors
Bust through ceilings and knock down doors
And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box
You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks
For every living person we're a verbal treat
It's me and DMC, Jay where's the beat?

Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool
I'm DMC, I rock and roll, I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule
It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool
It's all brand new, never ever old school

You've got the music in your body and you can't comprehend
When your mind won't wiggle and your knees won't bend
Music ain't nothin but a people's jam
It's DJ Run, DMC rockin without a band

Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spend my time in a plush hotel
I stood on many stages, held many mics
Take airplane flights, at huge heights
So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please
Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds
Got a song so strong, it's knocking down trees
Is it hard to believe it's Run-DMC

I am from, around the way
And Run goes to school, every day
And Jay plays the records he has to play
And we get down with no delay, HEY!
I rock the party with the words I speak
And Run says the rhymes that are unique
And Jay cuts the records every day of the week
And we are the crew that can never be beat
So don't try to diss me, try to be my friend
Cause if you do, you'll get yours in the end
The rhymes we say, shall set a trend
Because a devastating rap is what we send

Every jam we play, we break two needles
There's three of us but we're not the Beatles
My name is Darryl, you can call him D
You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC
People always ask, "DMC, what does it mean?"
D's for never dirty, MC for mostly clean

Like we said before, we rock hardcore
I'm DJ Run, I can scratch. I'm DMC, I can draw
And now we got the knack, to attract
Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac
We'll reign on your brain and rock your knot
When it comes to rock, give it all we got
To be MC's, we got what it takes
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
We're cool cool cats, it's like that
That's the way it is, so stay the hell back
We're causin' hard times, for sucker MC's
Cause they don't make no songs like these
PERIOD!

 

You Talk Too Much

Shut up!!!

You talk too much...
You talk too much...
You talk too much...
You talk too much...

Hey! You over there, I know about your kind
You're like the Independent Network News on Channel 9
Everywhere that you go, no matter where you at
I said you talk about this, and you talk about that
When the cat took your tongue, I say you took it right back
Your mouth is so big, one bite could kill a Big Mac

You talk too much You never shut up
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never shut up

You talk about people, you don't even know
And you talk about places, you NEVER go
You talk about your girl, from head to toe
I said your mouth's moving fast, and your brain's moving slow

You talk too much You never shut up!!
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never shut up

You're the instigator, the orator of the town
You're the worst when you converse, just a big mouth clown
You talk when you're awake, I heard you talk when you sleep
Has anyone ever told you, that talk is cheap

You talk too much You never shut up!!
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!

Talking is the one thing, that you can do best
You told the cavity creeps, to watch out for Crest
You never have the story, right and exact
And then you always try to bore me, with your yakkity yak

You talk too much And then you never shut up
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!

Everyday you are out fighting someone in the street
And you're always fighting someone you know ya can't beat
Then you wonder how, you got in this mess
Just think of what you said, then take a guess

You talk too much. You never shut up
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!

You're always spreading rumors, whether bad or good
You're the damn Walter Cronkite of the neighborhood
The Barbara Walters, and the Howard Cosell
You always come around, with a story to tell

You talk too much And then you never shut up
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!

I said it's everybody's business that you love to mind
And talkin to you, is like dropping a dime
You're spreading the word, like it is your job
You should be a stool pigeon, who works for the mob

You talk too much And you never shut up
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never shut up!

A big blabbermouth, that's what you are
If you were a talk show host, you'd be a star
I said your mouth is big, size extra large
And when you open it, it's like my garage

You talk too much And then you never shut up
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never shut up

You always like to gossip, just like a girl
You talk so damn much, it's outta this world
When you're reincarnated, in your second life
You won't be a man, you'll be a nagging wife

You talk too much Then you never shut up
He said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!

SHUT UP!!!
SHUT UP!!!

Twenty-five hours, eight days a week
Thirteen months of the year, is when you speak
I'm tired of listening to the garbage you talk
Why don't you find a short pier, and take a long walk

You talk too much Then you never shut up!
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!
You talk too much You should be out of breath
You talk too much Man you naggin' me to death
You talk too much Tired of hearing you speak
You talk too much Eight days a week
You talk too much Then you never shut up
I said you talk too much, Why don't you ever SHUT UP!!!
You talk too much Then you never shut up!
I said you talk too much, Homeboy you never SHUT UP!!!

 

Jam-Master Jammin’

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

He's a one man band, in his own right
Jam-Master jams to the broad daylight
No instruments needed, just two record players
A stage, a crowd and two rhyme-sayers
The creed is to hear, so have no fear
Definition defined, the position is clear
You couldn't be late, hesitate to debate
Jam-Master is here, and you could not wait

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Now he's the Jam-Master, and we're the MCs
Like lightning and thunder, we're knocking down trees
While sucker DJs are busting out seeds
My man Jam-Master scratching hard crossings
So why don't you listen, or you'll be missin
The cuts and the scratches, bass, treble and the mission
The force and the power, coming hour after hour
So get up off the wall, don't you be a wall flower

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

The alert is red, this is what we said
The meaning of Master means he's our head
The meaning of Jam is a big party
The records that he plays for the crowds of plenty
And when he comes on, the crowds go off
It's all hard rock, there's nothing soft

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

He has a little soul, to rock n' roll
Every record that he touches turns to gold
He's well conducted, self-instructed
His styles were plied, heavily constructed
Mechanically inclined, and if you don't mind
We add spice to your life, time after time
And think about times, where he's a long laster
We rock our rhymes for the Jam-Master

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

His name's Jam-Master, call him Jay
The crowd goes wild when he starts to play
Everything is correct, and A-OK
Jam-Master's on a move, but his sounds will stay

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

From end to start, start to end
Not only does he scratch, but he's our friend
We could not wait to let you see
The things that he does for D and me

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

Couldn't wait to see Jam-Master Jammin'
Couldn't wait to see the Master Jam

 

Roots, Rap, Reggae

Reggae
Roots, Rap, Reggae

And we don't stop
It's like that y'all
And then we're ready to play
It's no jive, it's live, and its reggae

Roots, Rap

My homeboy Jay, don't scratch reggae
So listen to Jam-Master as the Master starts to play
And when he go, just check the show
Cause he scratchin' with his toe and even his elbow...ha!

Roots, Rap, Reggae

Stomp your feet, clap your hand
At the microphone is King Yellowman
In Jamaica, I'm the champion
This is Roots, Rap, Reggae...ha ha ha

Roots, Rap, Reggae

Hata, pata, utter reggae music
Utter, utter, utter reggae music
Utter, utter, utter reggae music

I know that they know that reggae is sweet
Reggae music is rap to the beat
Clap your hands and stomp your feet

Roots, Rap, Reggae
Roots, Rap

Now party people, I'm so happy, don't know what to do
Cause I'm an MC with the rhyme, and down with the Crew
Rap from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo
And every place I hear a yay not a boo
And now a party's not a party and a jam ain't a jam
Let D is who he be, and I am who I am
Or Jay is just a DJ cutting for the two
And it's the three of us baby and we're doing the do
Five to five, equal to ten
Everywhere I go, I got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
Yellow have about twenty-four wife

With Roots, Rap, Reggae (hahaha)
Roots, Rap, Reggae

Don't drink alcohol, don't snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
No do cocaine will hurt your brain
This is Roots, Rap, Reggae (ha ha)

Roots, Rap, Reggae
It's Roots, Rap, Reggae

Can You Rock it Like This

If I eat, a little kid, sticks his finger in my plate
I be signing autographs, for three months straight
I got jet-set women, who offer me favors
My face is a thousand lipstick flavors
Need a sip of lemonade, I'm a slave to my trade
From all these lights my complexion might fade
Secretary overworked, by a money hungry jerk
Got a letter and some woman wants to freak out on my shirt

Well can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Huh!! [echoes]

Your ears are clogged, your head as hard as a log
My privacy robbed, let me do my job
You funny lookin slob eatin shish-kabob
You're the reason why my eyes are on the doorknob

Can you rock it like this? I think I rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that

I'm straining not complaining for a casual life
Something normal nuttin formal three kids and a wife
I'm dying from the spying that you're putting me through
I perspire I'm on fire when I'm thinking of you

But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Well can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Huh!! [echoes]

Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Huh!! [echoes]

News reporters, invade my borders
If I think it I will say it, you might have a recorder
And then, UHH-OHH, the nation's in upheaval
Old ladies always looking at me evil
You're stepping on my heels, you're breathing down my neck
I'm not Rodney Dangerfield, so give me respect

Can you rock it like this? I-I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that

Can you rock it like this? Yo I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Hu-Huh-Huh!! [echoes]

What it all adds up to, is just one thing
Run-DMC is, the king of the swing
And if you mess with us, you'll be a real short liver
You may be big but our bodyguard's bigger [echoes]

Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that [echoes]

Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that [echoes]

 

You’re Blind

Tenement buildings and skyscrapers
All polluted and often invaded
With troubled heart and weakened mind
Livin their lives and hopin to find
The golden key to prosperity
Never have a grip on reality
This makes day-to-day living hard
Jump in your fate, never keeping the card
You're just going through life without a trace
When the answers you seek are in front of your face

You're blind
You're blind

Tell 'em D

You're headed for the top or so you think
But that's not true for you, your life's on the brink
Of self-destruction, total corruption
You better get out or die from consumption
Sweatin' for a dollar to get nothin back
Cause at the end of the week, you still get taxed
You'd even sell your soul to make your life correct
But with the rate of inflation, you should eat your check
So you try to make a hustle to get ahead
But the only thing you manage is to stay in the red
Concrete-front job to sell to wrecks
And your Jones for success puts your life in check

You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind

So you think the facts mean you can't win
So you devote your time to a life of sin
Hanging out late is how you survive
Making deals, talking jive and telling lies
Pressure beatin ya down, like you're not handlin
And all the while, your mind is ramblin
About being fly, or even sly
And being held low in the public eye
You desire these things, but you don't know why
You're standing on the corner cold, playing the post
Cause another sucker said "You were chillin the most"

You're blind
You're blind, Yo you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind
You're blind

You run, rap, talk about what you hate
Livin your life just to perpetrate
You thinkin style in chill, because you're always cold
With your platform shoes and your stained gold
So you think you're bad, sheer dynamite
But if you only knew the crew, cause you're freaks delight
Wearing the tightest jeans, and shortest skirt
You think you're cold chillin, lookin like a jerk
No matter what you do, come out second rate
Thinkin' you're on time, but you're already late

You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind

The moral to the story may not be clear
And the only way to catch it is to lend an ear
Stop frontin so hard, why don't you peep your car
And your goals in life may not be far
Because these words I say are meant for you to hear
So if you bust these facts you will persevere

You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC
You're blind
You're blind, And you can't see
You need to wear some glasses like DMC

 

It’s Not Funny

It's not funny when you buy a TV off the street
You take it home, plug it in, BAM! You got beat
It's not funny when you buy a house with all you got
And the day you go to see it, it's a vacant lot

It's not funny
It's not funny

It's not funny when you come to work late
You have the key to the office, and the boss had to wait
It's not funny making money on a regular basis
And losing every dime betting on the races

It's not funny
It's not funny
It's not funny

It's not funny when you have a show and thousands come
And your drummer bring the sticks, but forgets his drum
It's not funny when you see three cars you like
And your pocket can only buy a 3-speed bike

It's not funny
It's not funny

It's not funny when we got on the wrong plane
We wanted to go to LA, but we were headed for Spain
It's not funny when you pull off an incredible caper
You thought you got over, next day you're in the paper

It's not funny
It's not funny
It's not funny

It's not funny when you leave your house without an umbrella
Then it rains, (ha ha ha) you're an unhappy fella

It's not funny
It's not funny
It's not funny, ha ha

It's not funny when you lie and said that you pray
When the truth was revealed, you went to hell anyway

It's not funny
It's not funny
It's not funny
It's not funny
It's
It's not funny
It's not funny
It's ay
It's not funny

 

Darryl & Joe (Krush-Groove 3)

Well I rehearse and come out first and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, 'cause my name is Run
And I'm second, 'cause the record that you want to see
An MC (like D) is like the place to be
And have you heard that he is third, and his name is jay
I run the A to deuce, and Jay's the trey

Well the rap of the year and this is the year of the rap
And I'm never drinking beer, champagne out of a tap
And I'm cold, making money on a regular basis
Putting out, knocking out Sucker MCs faces
Travelling 'round the world with my mind at ease,
No Calvin Kleins, just wearing Lees
Got credit in places I've never been
'Cause the rhymes I write are in the top 10
The top of the charts is where I stay,
But I also chill around the way
In Hollis, Queens, is where I stalk
On the street with the beats is where I walk
When I perform, many hearts are warm
I'm better known, as the quiet storm
I don't talk too much, but I got beef
When I kill MCs I cause grief
Devastating Mic Control is my main goal
My name is Darryl, and his name is Joe
The master of music, his name is Jay
Leave us alone, and let us play
We give it up, and turn it loose
We're not like Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose
Sucker MCs like punks who are picking flowers
Go for yours, we went for ours

Start at three, end at six
Jam-Master Jay is on the mix
For all the young ladies, and all the chicks
We got all of the girls on our tips
Don't buy gold lighters, only Bics
Rock all microphones just for kicks
Sucker MCs I will be snuffin
And my pocket I'll keep on stuffin
When I say I'll beat 'em up, I won't be bluffin
They can't beef, 'cause that ain't nuthin
But it don't matter, my pocket gets fatter
I've got more hats than the Mad Hatter
I'm rapping with the mic, drive a caddie, not a bike
Drive the rhymes in your face, and end your life
D's an MC with the rhymes, no mistake every time
Never ever going low, 'cause they only climb
And Jay's the DJ with cut, move your arms, and your butt
So D take the mic up (say what?)
I will not stop or will not quit
Because somehow at the top when I'm on the tip
That's as high on the top as you can get
And you best believe I'll be on it
So before you decide to try me out
Gonna let you all know what I'm all about
I'm a fresh MC who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there that don't know me
I go by the name of DMC
In the place to be, I will MC
The Master of a Ceremony 'cause it's easy to D
Control of the Mic is so Devastated
That all other rappers you will soon be hatin
No matter what race, creed or color
When we perform they don't get duller

Together Forever

Let's stay together
Yo, yeah, DMC my man
In the place to be
Yo, this song is dedicated to (word)
(Whether good days, happy or sad)
To all of those that's been down with each other since day one
Aha, let's keep it together

[Run]
Now we've been all around the world
From the corner of the block to the top of the world and back
We're the royalty on the Ave, ain't nobody ever have
And the brand new jet black Cadillac
We've been down since day one
And no matter where I go people want to see him next to me
They say ";What's up with D?"; I used to jam all across the land
The coliseum, even MSG, when Raising Hell were cassettes
In the shelves, and the plush hotel after every show
We were just kissing the mic, living the life
Of MTV and the radio
And so you Jay and me said ";it's 83'";
We're living and sticking together like a family
And no matter what, the rule must be
That it's guaranteed that I'm for you, and you for me
So¡

Chorus.
Let's stay together let's stay together
Loving you whether, love is good and bad
And happy or sad

Yo, my love of the mic, can't touch my love for my wife
Baby I ain't going nowhere, specially the way you smile
When you have my child, or when I rock the crowd
Can't wait to be right there
Even my kids that ain't yours is still yours
Cause you love him and treat him like your very own
We be holding hands and I be holding doors
And when my mother in-law spend time alone
Call her about five hundred times a day
When I'm often gone cause I'm on the road
And when I'm on the phone, you know I want to be home
Cause that's the one and only spot where I really belong
You know our love, called you the preachers' wife
But the keys to bed lead living it up
And everybody would know, them seen us in the video
On the dance floor straight cutting it up
I love you baby

Chorus.
Let's (come on)let's stay together, let's stay together
Loving you whether, days are good or bad, or happy or sad

To me, you mean the world
No matter what it is you say or do
I always I will be there for you
So no, no matter what, let's stay together

In the good life, happy or sad
You mean the world, no matter what is it you say or do
I always will be there for you
So no, no matter what, let's stay together
In the good life, happy or sad
Let's, let's stay together
Loving you whether, love is good or bad, and or happy or sad

Ain't no beats to lead somebody you love
Best thing in life, is to have somebody ya heard
So keep it together
Good days, happy or sad

 

Slow and Low

Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo

It's never old school, all brand new
So everybody catch, the boog-a-loo flu
It's not like a fever, not like a cold
The beats are clear, the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music, 'cause first things first
First of all, get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slowed it on down, so get on up
Like a volcano I'll erupt
We got determination, bass and highs
I see real well because I've got four eyes
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen nothing yet

Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo

I do not sing, but I make a song
You'll live your whole life, and I hope you'll live long
On the Gong Show we won't get gonged
It's Run-DMC, not Cheech and Chong
Strong as an ox, fresh out the box
The crowd is so loud, they're coming in flocks
And when we go on, the crowd goes off
It's all hard rock, there's nothing soft

Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo

We won't only rock the house, but we'll house the rock
We won't stroll, but we'll roll straight to the top
We're Run-DMC, and Jay makes three
The baddest B-Boys in history
When I'm recorded, you'll be rewarded
You know my song is great, 'cause you're all applauding
Not PCP or LSD, just DMC in the place to be
There's nothing free, you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C.O.D.

Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo

The beat is slow in order to dance
We wanna hear I dos, and no I can'ts
First you move your legs, and then your arms
It's not fast and nervous, this dance is calm
It's truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance to the record when it's on the turntable

Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo