Lyrics:
Down with the king for years, about ten of em
Recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin men of em
Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin
You think that it is, it is, if not it isnt
Race for the border my daughter, cause beats youre bangin out
Jeeps rockin beats in the streets when theres time for hangin out
Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
Is it because hes runnin off with the mouth
Or was he really clearly tryin to play a nigga out
Nope, shut him down, the king with a crown
cause all you wanna be is dicky down
Chorus:
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way (She told me to)
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Well just gimme a kiss
Ooh, like this!
Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make ya Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make ya Jump Jump
Dont try to compare us to another bad little fad
Im the Mac and Im bad givin ya something that you never had
Ill make ya rump rump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause Ill be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause Im just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
Cause inside-out its wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin with somethin pump to keep you jumpin
R
Unemployment at a record highs
People coming, people going, people born to die
Dont ask me, because I dont know why
But its like that, and thats the way it is
People in the world tryin to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I said you got to work hard, you want to compete
Its like that, and thats the way it is
Huh!
Im the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MCs should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I wont stop rockin till I retire
Now we rock the party and come correct
Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
And other rappers cant stand us, but give us respect
They called us and said were gettin iller
Theres no one chiller
Its not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller
As one def rapper, I know I can hang
Im Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang
Roll to the rock, rock to the roll
DMC stands for devestating mic control
You cant touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his soul