Beats to the rhyme, of the rhyme I just made
Party at the jam and tonight the lights fade
Scooting for the loot until we all get paid
So let's go (that was good, huh?)

Yo! D that's me, the King, the MC
Rhyme get mine on the t-o-p
Can another MC ever Fm*ck with me? (Hell no)
It's like the A the B to the C
It's easy as (1, 2, 3)
(He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C.)
So hit it Run (that was good, huh?)
It's time for we to cease (So what?)
So rhymers speak your piece
Why? Cause you can't touch (Jam Master Jay)
Cause he's number (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it)
Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme I cold flow
Chance that we give em is what I told Joe
For these routines like 1983
It's just a little reminder
So those suckas is kinder
A little message from (Run-D.M.C.)

Cuts for days will amaze and faze
But will make you sad to tan all the dance aways
Got the mic, the man, the master plan
About to ram the jam
(Know I am?) Goddamn!
Spins he wins, clocking endless ends
To his friends he lends, lotta joy he sends
Jay lose today, this is what I say
(Dm*ck in your mouth all day)

(that was good, huh?)
My beats were played and made rhymes laid
Jay DJ'ed and I got paid
Made something out of nothing (Yo D that's true)
Yes my brother I'm a do it for you
I roam in the zone of the microphone
And I'm on the throne but I'm not alone
Got chrome of steel and not of stone
I'm known to be prone and make your momma move

Time for the rhyme so let the stars shine
Shame for the fame and the name combined
Run at the front but you can gimme your ring
Show I gotta go so now a word from the King

Hardcore, rhymes galore, giving you more
And like I said before...
Beats to the rhyme the name of this jam
D that's me and that's who I am
Rocking on the mic cause you know I can
You gotta understand I don't give a damn

Jay here a play today I must say
Hooray to the way that is A-OK
As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play
With (gimmie your mouth)
A little (gimmie your mouth)
A big (gimmie your mouth all day)