I open doors, take a pause, doin' chores, then I come again Runner be runnin' up in the spot cause I be runnin' *** scene discs Now DJ Runner be comin' and gettin' fiendish My tracks are fat and effective, so just a lean dish Just soup and salad, not valid, I serve a mean dish I got my mic in my hand and my plan to come The official DJ rap, my name is DJ Run All other sucka rappers, boy, you're just my son Oh, if behind the ears I freeze, I froze you numb PUM! PUM! I scream on you, you're talkin' soft PUM! PUM! Run you around the track, then walk it off So check for me takin' a weapon and even steppin' to my foes Even those of Joes are always trippin', separate roles, broken nose from blows Ruin your rep when I pounce, all my foes supposed, I swing a F and G PUM! Run you around the track, then walk it off So check for me takin' a weapon and even steppin' to my foes My name is DMC, the one you know For all time great, I'ma steal the show I put the mic inside my hand Spread a funky rhythm all across the land I blow your mind, the rhyme afloat I hit you with the wisdom and they give me dough I'm one of a kind, I rock your mind I fidget with the digits when I rock my rhyme I bust a vein inside my brain I came with the name and I claim the fame I'm hard to the core, wicked and raw The rhymes break law when I'm breakin' your door I kick it L-style, cause I'm sick of still walk Take a take a chill nap, cause I got to kill a foul Foul mouth shut, you're knockin' out or gout I'm takin' suckas out, cause I make a sucka bow Foul mouth shut, you're knockin' out or gout I'm takin' suckas out, cause I make a sucka bow Foul mouth shut, you're knockin' out or gout I'm takin' suckas out, cause I make a sucka bow Foul mouth shut, you're knockin' out or gout I'm takin' suckas out, cause I make a sucka bow I got no time for the crime, I'm the kind to rhyme There's no sign of my mind, slippin' off the line And if you find there's a dime, I left behind I come fast for my cash, I must rewind Easy does it when I do it, speak in fluid vocabulary, folk will be makin' them come to it Then I have you very often, lost and runner on a Boston Confused, you lose, you're all lost up in a sauce Then I stir you, sir, you're all shakin' cause I'm diesel Drop hip-hop and then pop goes the weasel Comin' and runnin' and seekin' deli for my kingdom Takin' my lyrics up first, they hear it then they sing them I take a sucka and do him, the heads I flew him First I chew him, then I school him and sue him And steppin' to him is a dilly operation I ruin all those I'm doin' I pursue him, make him, boo him, come to you and your crew and just Everybody get up! Everybody get up! Get into it, everybody! Everybody get up!