| Song | Hit It Run |
| Artist | Run-D.M.C. |
| Album | Raising Hell |
| 作词 : McDaniels, Mizell, Simmons | |
| Born to rock around the clock | |
| You can't say i'm not | |
| And in case you forgot | |
| I'm the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, of rock!! | |
| I'm the devestating mic controller d.m.c. | |
| And can't nobody mess around with me | |
| I'm the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme | |
| I deal what i feel and it feels fine | |
| If the girl's ?? chase then i will play | |
| Around with sound put down for the rhymes i say | |
| Beats flow from joe and never stop | |
| Better get yourself together let's rock, hit it run! | |
| {*beatboxing*} | |
| [d.m.c.] | |
| You, jump, watch you clock, while i rock your spot | |
| I'm better known to the world as the king of rock | |
| I like to speak my piece when i'm on the mic | |
| I'm the best, or at least, i'm the one you like | |
| And when i serve you deserve to hear what i say | |
| I throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play | |
| Now how devestating can an mc be? | |
| My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run! | |
| {*beatboxing*} | |
| [d.m.c.] | |
| It's called, gangsta hard rock, non-stop hip-hop | |
| And it's headed for the top by the rhymes i pop | |
| For every race place color country county or creed | |
| And all of the places that i emceed | |
| B-boy badness to the highest degree | |
| And it can't b-a-boy unless you be d | |
| You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape | |
| And if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape | |
| Beats flow from joe and never stop | |
| Better get yourself together, let's rock! | |
| {*beatboxing*} | |
| [d.m.c.] | |
| Do.. you.. really believe what's going on | |
| I was conceived and i was born | |
| I once was lost but now i'm found | |
| Tell your bunch i'm boss i run this town | |
| I leave all suckers, in the dust | |
| Those dumb motherfuckers can't mess with us | |
| Beats flow from joe and never stop | |
| Better get yourself together, let's rock, hit it run! | |
| {*beatboxing*} | |
| [d.m.c.] | |
| I.. was.. straight from the start performin art | |
| Climbin up the chart while others fall apart | |
| The three outlaws in the music trade | |
| We won't rob but our job is to get paid | |
| Cause run has fun if jay will play | |
| As i add one more rhyme to say | |
| Now how devestating can an mc be? | |
| My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run! | |
| {*beatboxing*} | |
| [d.m.c.] | |
| I was born | |
| Son of byford, brother of al | |
| Bad as my mamma and run's my pal | |
| It's mcdaniels, not mcdonald's | |
| These rhymes are darryl's, the burgers are ronald's | |
| I ran down, my family tree | |
| My mother, my father, my brother and d | |
| Run-d.m.c. and jam master jay |
| zuò cí : McDaniels, Mizell, Simmons | |
| Born to rock around the clock | |
| You can' t say i' m not | |
| And in case you forgot | |
| I' m the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, of rock!! | |
| I' m the devestating mic controller d. m. c. | |
| And can' t nobody mess around with me | |
| I' m the king of rock, rap, and a rhyme | |
| I deal what i feel and it feels fine | |
| If the girl' s ?? chase then i will play | |
| Around with sound put down for the rhymes i say | |
| Beats flow from joe and never stop | |
| Better get yourself together let' s rock, hit it run! | |
| beatboxing | |
| d. m. c. | |
| You, jump, watch you clock, while i rock your spot | |
| I' m better known to the world as the king of rock | |
| I like to speak my piece when i' m on the mic | |
| I' m the best, or at least, i' m the one you like | |
| And when i serve you deserve to hear what i say | |
| I throw a curve he got the nerve to make a triple play | |
| Now how devestating can an mc be? | |
| My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run! | |
| beatboxing | |
| d. m. c. | |
| It' s called, gangsta hard rock, nonstop hiphop | |
| And it' s headed for the top by the rhymes i pop | |
| For every race place color country county or creed | |
| And all of the places that i emceed | |
| Bboy badness to the highest degree | |
| And it can' t baboy unless you be d | |
| You can' t bust a cherry or crush a grape | |
| And if you ain' t got this tape you' re in bad shape | |
| Beats flow from joe and never stop | |
| Better get yourself together, let' s rock! | |
| beatboxing | |
| d. m. c. | |
| Do.. you.. really believe what' s going on | |
| I was conceived and i was born | |
| I once was lost but now i' m found | |
| Tell your bunch i' m boss i run this town | |
| I leave all suckers, in the dust | |
| Those dumb motherfuckers can' t mess with us | |
| Beats flow from joe and never stop | |
| Better get yourself together, let' s rock, hit it run! | |
| beatboxing | |
| d. m. c. | |
| I.. was.. straight from the start performin art | |
| Climbin up the chart while others fall apart | |
| The three outlaws in the music trade | |
| We won' t rob but our job is to get paid | |
| Cause run has fun if jay will play | |
| As i add one more rhyme to say | |
| Now how devestating can an mc be? | |
| My name is darryl, but you can call me d, hit it run! | |
| beatboxing | |
| d. m. c. | |
| I was born | |
| Son of byford, brother of al | |
| Bad as my mamma and run' s my pal | |
| It' s mcdaniels, not mcdonald' s | |
| These rhymes are darryl' s, the burgers are ronald' s | |
| I ran down, my family tree | |
| My mother, my father, my brother and d | |
| Rund. m. c. and jam master jay |