Handel: Messiah, HWV 56 / Pt. 1: 3. "And the glory of the Lord"

歌詞

(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!