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    Run Dmc »

    Run Dmc Here We Go (Live At The Funhouse) текст песни

    Here We Go (Live At The Funhouse)

    [Run] How y’all feel out there?


    Aww yeah! Alright! Aight, check this out

    One two three, in the place to be

    As it is plain to see

    He is DJ Run, and I am D.M.C.

    Funky fresh for 1983

    DJ Jam Master Jay

    Inside the place with all the bass

    He leaves without a trace

    And he came here tonight to get on your case

    And we are.. the krush groovin, the body-movin

    The record makin, AND the record breakin

    And it goes a little somethin like this..

    It goes a one two three and


    Here we go.. here we go

    Here we go, here we go, here we here we here we go

    D.M.C. and DJ Run, dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum

    We’re rockin on the mic and then you know where we’re from

    Dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum

    We hope y’all ready for the big beat drum

    Drum diddy-drum diddy-diddy-drum-drum

    So people in the place here the big beat come

    Here it come, here it come, here it kiddi-come-come

    Come on everybody let’s all get down

    What we have is a brand new sound

    So nobody out there be misled

    We make up all these rhymes inside our head

    The other MC’s cannot compete

    When we rap on the mic to this big beat

    The beat is big it’s kind of large

    And when we’re on the mic, WE’RE IN CHARGE!


    It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

    It’s like that y’all (that y’all)

    It’s like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y’all (that y’all)

    Cool chief rocker, I don’t drink vodka

    But keep a bag of cheeba inside my locker (HUH!)

    Go to school everyday (HUH!)

    Always time to get paid (HA HUH!)

    Cause I’m rockin on the mic until the break of day


    And now the things I do make me a star

    And you can be too if know who you are

    Just put your mind to it, you’ll go real far

    And the next thing you know you’ll have a big car

    [Run: overlaps]

    A-liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy

    Listen to the beat, here I say

    because it’s not routine, it’s the way I play (Hahh-AHH)

    Spit come out my mouth all time of the day; a then ahh

    And most the time, Jam Master Jay


    Hey they used to call me Easy Dee

    Because I rapped on the mic so easily

    But now they call me D.M.C.

    (HE’S) D.M.C. of the par-ty

    The D’s for doin it all of the time

    M is for the rhymes, that are all mine

    C’s for cool cool as can be

    (And why you wear those glasses?) So I can see!


    Rhymes so def, rhymes rhymes galore

    Rhymes that you’ve never even heard before

    Now if you say you heard my rhyme, we gonna have to fight

    Cause I just made the motherfuckers up last night

    Kick off your shoes, relax your feet

    Party on down to the DJ Run beat

    The beat to get you up and get you outta your seat

    Make you boogie to this (party) cause you know it’s unique

    Wait a tiny minute, don’t break on me

    My rhymes come faster as the DJ cheats[?]

    The DJ cuts the record for the valley below

    Then I boogie your ass, til it’s time to go

    And when it’s time to go GIRLS, takin you home

    So straighten your dress up, bout your hair use a comb


    Well I’m the microphone master, super rhyme maker

    I get def as the others get faker

    It’s me D.M.C. in the place to be

    And I still got the same old harmony

    I’m the Deva-STATIN, Mic Controller

    The word wi-zard and the chief rock HOLDER

    Bad b-boy made for the b-girls

    Rock rulin rhymes as the turntable twirls

    Supreme leader was born to talk

    And over any ‘corded rap king, I’ll exalt[?]


    I’m from Hollis Queens and the games we play

    See these games most everyday

    People ridin round town, think hot rods

    Get paid real well, don’t have jobs

    We’ve got pickpockets, thieves, gamblin man

    Bettin twenty to one, right against your friend

    We’ve got ‘em all out there, doin their best

    Play slick games and avoid arrest

    Now the games of life, are really fun

    but you had to play the game until the game is done

    So play on..

    [D.M.C.: Run chimes in]

    .. to the break of dawn

    As we rock y’all on to the early morn’

    He’s JAM MASTER JAY, the big beat blaster

    HE gets better cause he know HE HAS TO

    It’s eighty-three and he’s a little faster

    And only practice MAKES A REAL JAM MASTER


    Cuttin and scratchin ARE THE ASPECTS OF HIS GAME

    So check out the Master as he cuts THESE JAMS

    Then look at us with the mics in our hands

    Then take a count, one two three

    Jam Master Jay, (Run)-D.M.C.!

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