Hit It Run

Born to rock around the clock
 You can't say I'm not
 And in case you forgot
 I'm the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING, of ROCK!!
 I'm the devestating mic controller D.M.C.
 And can't nobody mess around with me
 I'm the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme
 I deal what I feel and it feels fine
 If the girl's?? chase then I will play
 around with sound put down for the rhymes I say
 Beats flow from Joe and never stop
 Better get yourself together let's rock, HIT IT RUN!
 {*beatboxing*}
 (D.M.C.)
 You, jump, watch you clock, while I rock your spot
 I'm better known to the world as the King of Rock
 I like to speak my piece when I'm on the mic
 I'm the best, or at least, I'm the one you like
 And when I serve you deserve to hear what I say
 I throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play
 Now how devestating can an MC be?
 My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, HIT IT RUN!
 {*beatboxing*}
 (D.M.C.)
 It's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop
 And it's headed for the top by the rhymes I pop
 For every race place color country county or creed
 and all of the places that I emceed
 B-Boy badness to the highest degree
 And it can't b-a-boy unless you be D
 You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape
 and if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape
 Beats flow from Joe and never stop
 Better get yourself together, let's ROCK!
 {*beatboxing*}
 (D.M.C.)
 Do. you. really believe what's going on
 I was conceived and I was born
 I once was lost but now I'm found
 Tell your bunch I'm boss I run this town
 I leave all suckers, in the dust
 Those dumb motherfuckers can't mess with us
 Beats flow from Joe and never stop
 Better get yourself together, let's rock, HIT IT RUN!
 {*beatboxing*}
 (D.M.C.)
 I. was. straight from the start performin art
 Climbin up the chart while others fall apart
 The three outlaws in the music trade
 We won't rob but our job is to get paid
 Cause Run has fun if Jay will play
 As I add one more rhyme to say
 Now how devestating can an MC be?
 My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, HIT IT RUN!
 {*beatboxing*}
 (D.M.C.)
 I was born
 son of Byford, brother of AL
 Bad as my mamma and Run's my pal
 It's McDaniels, not McDonald's
 These rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are RONALD'S
 I ran down, my family tree
 My mother, my father, my brother and D
 Run-D.M.C. and JAM MASTER JAY