| 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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| 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 There’s hope to Pope, big nope for no 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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| 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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| 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 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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| 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 We’re so ill that you can’t defy it Gonna live, POSITIVE, forever, AND EVER
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| Run-D.M.C. |
| and we’re «Tougher Than Leather» |