[This track is an early version of the track "Raising Hell"]



[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



[Run]

And I'm DJ Run, commander-in-chief

Dictator, and hater of those that beee



[D.M.C.]

Puller of people (controller of crowd)

Lingering lyrics (long) lastin' and LOUD



[Run]

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!



[D.M.C.]

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'



[guitar solo]



[Run]

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



[D.M.C.]

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



[guitar solo]



[Run-D.M.C.]

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!