[Run-D.M.C.]
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Unconceivable, unbelievable
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Grammar like a hammer information receivable
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Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
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with words well adored now they can't be ignored!
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[Run]
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The force of course that makes Run the boss
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so get lost because I just toss a punk
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Make way today and if I may I say
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I make pay with Jay, so get away OKAY?
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Gainin weight, I ate the whole plate today
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Never rate the great, I go state to state
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Just peep and keep but don't sleep or weep
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Get deep to leap or I'll beep the Jeep
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Put down the clown, get 'round the town
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I found the sound that I pound the ground
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Get paid and laid, not 'jayed or 'fraid
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so I stayed and made, not a bad debate
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Got a group to troop, with a shoop de shoop
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Shoot hoop then scoop, on this loop to loop
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Goin off and off, not soft of course
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Just black and back to go back and forth
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Go to school and cool, ?? and pull
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Got soul and gold and cold hold a jewel
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Upset the vet, a vet met a Jet
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Just let your ??, and I'll win the bet
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Got a punch to crunch, cold munch for lunch
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not Grady or the lady from the Brady Bunch
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Got cheese in Lee's like he's in jeans
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Charge Visa freeze, on these with ease
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No dope to cope, just good to go
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There's hope to Pope, big nope for no
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Quite clever and never, we're together forever
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Run-D.M.C. and we're "Tougher Than Leather"
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[D.M.C.]
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Strong and mighty hard as can be
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?? lie press strong as Dee
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Never frightened I'm writin fightin for what's right
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Let's keep it ?? in the night I'm creepin with my mic
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I got to go for broke, and I ain't no joke
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I won't yoke and choke, 'cept you suckers I smoked
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Bumrush and crush, leave em in the dust
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This is a must to rough, ??
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Only strong survive, and the weak will die
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As long as I'm alive I keep my head up high
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because I'm strong in body, and smart in mind
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I was born to rhyme, as a gift to mankind
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No punk or chump, never givin no slack
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We'll be killin a villain and like chillin, "Yo black!"
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I got a ??, it's me you run from
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I'm the king I do my things until my Kingdom Come!
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[guitar solo]
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[Run].. cause.. I'm
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Rough and tough, cold huff and puff
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Don't bluff the stuff, got enough to rough
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Go long and on, no longer song
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Go on and on just for past the dawn
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Put preach and teach, with a speech to reach
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all streets and each, with beats for treats
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Got the King Supreme, may seem the clean
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with a beat and a ring, no dream machine
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Not a gang to bang, out to hang with slang
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talking yang and tang, about everythang
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Just brothers and others, like fathers and mothers
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who discovered they love us they think that I've been above us
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No crime or time, just rhyme and I'm
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full grown and own, no phone or dime
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Just cut the stuff, til you get enough
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cause we're rougher than tougher and rougher tougher than tough!
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[guitar solo]
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[Run-D.M.C.]
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Ah with a voice like thunder, words of wonder
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over all standin tall and the suckers fall under
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Posessed with power, cowards will cower
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Ducks we devour hour hour after hour
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Three man riot, you can't deny it
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We're so ill that you can't defy it
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Gonna live, POSITIVE, forever, AND EVER
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Run-D.M.C. and we're "Tougher Than Leather"
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Tougher Than Leather
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Run-DMC |