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10 years ago
Born to rock around the clockYou can't say I'm notAnd in case you forgotI'm the king of rock!I'm the devestating mic controller DMCAnd can't nobody mess around with meI'm the king of rock, rap, and a rhymeI deal what I feel and it feels fineIf the girl's play the chase then I will playAround with sound put down for the rhymes I sayBeats flow from Joe and never stopBetter get yourself together let's rock, hit it RunRun, Run, Run, Run, Run, RunRun, RunYou, jump, watch your clock, while I rock your spotI'm better known to the world as the king of rockI like to speak my piece when I'm on the micI'm the best, or at least, I'm the one you likeAnd when I serve you deserve to hear what I sayI throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple playNow how devestating can an MC be?My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it RunRun, Run, Run, Run, Run, RunIt's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hopAnd it's headed for the top by the rhymes I popFor every race place color country county or creedAnd all of the places that I MCedB-Boy badness to the highest degreeAnd it can't be a boy unless you be DYou can't bust a cherry or crush a grapeAnd if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shapeBeats flow from Joe and never stopBetter get yourself together, let's rockRun, Run, Run, Run, Run, RunRun, Run, RunDo you really believe what's going on?I was conceived and I was bornI once was lost but now I'm foundTell your bunch I'm boss I run this townI leave all suckers in the dustThose dumb motherfuckers can't mess with usBeats flow from Joe and never stopBetter get yourself together, let's rock, hit it runRun, Run, Run, RunI was straight from the start performin' artClimbin' up the chart while others fall apartThe three outlaws in the music tradeWe won't rob but our job is to get paid'Cause Run has fun if Jay will playAs I add one more rhyme to sayNow how devestating can an MC be?My name is Darryl, but you can call me d, hit it RunRun, Run, Run, RunI was bornSon of Byford, brother of AlBad as my mamma and run's my palIt's McDaniels, not McDonald'sThese rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are Ronald'sI ran down my family treeMy mother, my father, my brother and DRun, DMC. and jam master Jay