Let it flow, let yourself go Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go Slow and low, that is the tempo
(It's never) old school, all brand new So everybody catch, the boogaloo flu It's not like a fever, not like a cold The beats are clear, the rhymes are bold So don't see a doctor, or see a nurse Just listen to the music cause first things first
First of all, get off the wall It's time to party, so have a ball We slow it down, so get on up Like a volcano, I'll erupt I've got determination, bass and highs I see real well cause I have four eyes What you see (is what you get) AND YOU AIN'T SEEN, NOTHING YET
I do not sing, but I'll make a song You'll love your whole life, and I hope you live long On the Gong Show, I won't get gonged It's Run-D.M.C., not Cheech & Chong
Strong as an ox, threat out the box The crowd so loud, they comin in flocks And when we come on, the crowd goes off It's all hard rock there's nothing soft (so)
We won't only rock the house, but we'll house the rock We won't stroll but we'll roll straight to the top We're Run-D.M.C., and Jay makes three
The baddest b-boys in his-to-ry
When I record it, you'll be rewarded You know my song is great cause y'all all applaud it Not P-C-P, or L-S-D
Just D.M.C. in the place to be
There's nothing free, you must pay a fee Cash on delivery like a C.O.D