Lord Of Lyrics - Run D.m.c.

Getter of girls, master of men 

("King of Rock") and I am him 

Lord of lyrics, duke of discussion 

Ruler of rap and king at cold crushin 

And I'm DJ Run, commander-in-chief 

Dictator, and hater of those that beee 

Puller of people (controller of crowd) 

Lingering lyrics (long) lastin' and LOUD 

Droppin MCs, with just one punch 

'cause it's the baddest of the {?} so call me Captain Crunch 

Slayin MCs', make 'em walk the plank 

(What's next?) Swappin' decks then I count my bank 

Sophisticated sounds, not soft or sour 

Servin you suckers sellin' dreams in the shower 

Rockin this party, hour after hour 

If a girlie try to diss me (Oh my God!) I won't allow her! 

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Wizard of words, ruler of rap 

Not soft, not a sucker, could never be a sap 

You might get jacked, 'cause you talk crap 

When I bust my rap, they all step back 

(The) microphone (master) D.M.C. 

'cause it's one, two, three, four casualties 

You'll be praisin D, down on your knees 

'Cause I'm poppin and joppin, stoppin' all MCs' 

W-w-wel, w-w-we-well 

I'm rhymin and climbin beat-makin every day 

The synthesizer sound, so silence when I say 

that I am great, get it straight, cause that's my fate 

My name is Run I'm number one, that's how I rate 

He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace 

His name is Jay, he's here to play, and win this race 

He's off the wall, on the ball, his name is D 

Kind of tall yes y'all and he's down with me 

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I'm talked about because I turn it out 

You cannot count this large amount 

of rhymes I got that rock this spot 

'cause I am def and you are NOT 

If I was fake, I would not break 

If the titles at stake, then I would take 

Paving the title, will be taken 

I'm for real, I'm not faking 

Suckers are shivering and, dead shaking 

I think ya scared if I'm not mistaken 

I gain respect and if I'm correct 

They'll awe like a ball that I have check 

If the shots they take have no effect 

The punk tried to dunk, but he broke his neck 

'cause I rock harder and I, get farther 

You wanna battle D, hey please, don't bother 

to waste your time, messin wit my rhyme 

The only kick you get out of it is in the behind 

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings 

We're Raising Hell like a class when the lunch bell rings 

The king will be praised, and hell will be raised 

S-suckers try to faze him but he won't be fazed 

So what's your name? D.M.C.! The King is me! 

Your High-ness, or His Majesty! 

You can debate, c-c-c-concentrate 

But you can't imitate D.M.C. THE GREAT!