| 1990, and this is what’s goin on
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| to the break of dawn
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| 24/7, Run-D.M.C. |
| in effect
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| That’s ??
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| All those weak-rhymin, rewindin MC’s
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| That means you pause
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| My word is born
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| Yeah, speakin on truth
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| from the old school on down to the youth
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| Since the days, that I was the age of
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| «three"stop — listen to me
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| This is how it used to be — «go!»
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| Stand on another line, why?
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| You did a crime now the time is mine
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| I school you and your crew, why?
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| Youse is my brother
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| Stop — sellin and killin one another
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| Take some time, to see what’s missin
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| Brothers in the ?, we on a mission
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| Thinkin back from the sale you made
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| and back home, a grave is what your brother paid
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| His life, because of a system
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| Now you think you’re down, you cold dissed him
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| Shut up, cause I’m fed up, with this culture
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| And flyin high in the sky, a big vulture
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| Waitin and debatin, to see who’s next
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| for «brothers and sisters"of the opposite sex
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| So hold on, keep it intact
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| and go on, flow on, positive black
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| B-boys be black be proud, right on
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| «You know we’re bout to"be black
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| and my word is born
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| My word is born
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| My word is born
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| My word is born
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| Let’s, let’s.
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| Let’s begin to talk truth -- it seems
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| that y’all make a big out of things that are small
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| We all play the same game for fame to claim
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| ?? |
| bright lights and write your name
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| They’ll soup you up, til you think you’re large
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| Got a spot on tour, but I’m still in charge
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| A big nigga’s hittin it, don’t renege
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| Bust a rap like a cap like a snap of twig
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| that extends from the hands of a branch on a tree
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| Like you new jack rappers, run from me
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| I got proof of truth, I cut and go raw
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| (Word em up D!) My word is born
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| And ain’t nuttin changed, PUNK! |