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    You know I'm proud to be black y'all. And that's a fact y'all. And if you try to take what's mine. I take it back y'all it's like that Licki licki licki licki licki licki licki licki. Listen party
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    Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings. We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings. The king will be praised and hell will be raised. S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be f
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    That's crowned, to rule the sound. Fly world renowned, from town to town. My hat's my helmet, my mic's my sword. My bible' s by the door so praise the lord. Born a King, to rule this thing. Treat
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    Song They Call Us Run-D. M. C. - Run-D. M. C. Now that I waxed the crowd, I'm feeling proud and loud. Shoulda screamed on a sucker, but I stepped and bowed. Now that I'm back to 'tract, I'll attack f
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    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
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    Let's begin, to talk. 1990, and this is what's goin' on. To the break of dawn. 24/7, Run-D. M. C. in effect, that's warning. All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's That means you pause. My word
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    It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark. When I seen a man chilling with his dog at the park. I approached them very slowly with my heart full of fear. Looked at his dog, oh my God, a illin'
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    Many of our people, stealing, gambling. Many of our people turn to crime, time, nah, I get mine. Climb, do fine, wine and just dine, make, break, ill and just take. Fate for God sake a break is at
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    Song You Be Illin' - Run-D. M. C. One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken. Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'. This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of fu
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    Song Run's House - Run-D. M. C. A whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight. But I want yall to know one thing, this is my house. And when I say who's house, yall know what time it is Who's
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    Born to rock around the clock. You can't say I'm not. And in case you forgot. I'm the king of rock! I'm the devestating mic controller DMC. And can't nobody mess around with me. I'm the king of r
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    Song Dumb Girl - Run-D. M. C. I seen you jockin J. C. cause he got a Mercedes. And you know about his ladies, and all his babies. You just wanna ride, and get inside. And run around town, like Bonnie
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    Unconcievable, unbelievable. Grammar like a hammer information recieveable. Sent by the lord, here and abroad. With words that were thought they could retort. For force because that makes Run the
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    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 t
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    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
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    One two, one two. And this is, the hardcore raw. Lyrical law, never seen before. And I am, D. M. C. And for all of y'all. This is the way, we reckless for rhymes You got to save it for David and
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    That's crowned, to rule the sound. Fly world renowned, from town to town. My hat's my helmet, my mic's my sword. My bible' s by the door so praise the lord. Born a King, to rule this thing. Treat
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    Bob your head. Bob your head As we bop on to the break of dawn. The non-stop hip hop bop takes you on down to the last, stop. Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'. So won't ya bob your head?. Ruff, ru
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    I woke up this morning, got ready to roll. Put on my green bomber it was freezing cold. Applied longjohns with Adidas not matching. I called up Jam Master, 'cause I knew he was scratching Jay to th
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    Let's begin, to talk. 1990, and this is what's goin' on. To the break of dawn. 24/7, Run-D. M. C. in effect, that's warning. All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's That means you pause. My word
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    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
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    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
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    Song Dumb Girl - Run-D. M. C. I seen you jockin J. C. cause he got a Mercedes. And you know about his ladies, and all his babies. You just wanna ride, and get inside. And run around town, like Bonnie
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