Hit It Run

Born to rock around the clock

You can't say

I'm notAnd in case you forgot

I'm the king of rock!

I'm the devestating mic controller

DMCAnd can't nobody mess around with me

I'm the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme

I deal what

I feel and it feels fine

If the girl's play the chase then

I will play

Around with sound put down for the rhymes

I sayBeats flow from

Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together let's rock, hit it

RunRun, Run,

Run, Run,

Run, RunRun,

RunYou, jump, watch your clock, while

I rock your spot

I'm better known to the world as the king of rock

I like to speak my piece when

I'm on the mic

I'm the best, or at least,

I'm the one you like

And when I serve you deserve to hear what

I sayI throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play

Now 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-hop

And it's headed for the top by the rhymes

I popFor every race place color country county or creed

And all of the places that

I MCedB-Boy badness to the highest degree

And it can't be a boy unless you be

DYou can't bust a cherry or crush a grape

And if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape

Beats flow from

Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together, let's rock

Run, Run,

Run, Run,

Run, RunRun,

Run, RunDo you really believe what's going on?

I was conceived and

I was born

I once was lost but now

I'm foundTell your bunch

I'm boss I run this town

I leave all suckers in the dust

Those dumb motherfuckers can't mess with us

Beats flow from

Joe and never stop

Better get yourself together, let's rock, hit it run

Run, Run,

Run, RunI was straight from the start performin' art

Climbin' up the chart while others fall apart

The three outlaws in the music trade

We won't rob but our job is to get paid'

Cause Run has fun if

Jay will play

As I add one more rhyme to say

Now how devestating can an

MC be?My name is

Darryl, but you can call me d, hit it

RunRun, Run,

Run, RunI was born

Son of Byford, brother of

AlBad as my mamma and run's my pal

It's McDaniels, not

McDonald's

These rhymes are

Darryl's, the burgers are

Ronald'sI ran down my family tree

My mother, my father, my brother and

DRun, DMC. and jam master

Jay