Darryl and Joe (Krush-Groove 3) - Run-DMC

Sucker MC's who did not learn If you don't this time, we shall return The beat is big, it's kind of large And when we're on the mic, we're in charge It's like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (that y'all) Like that-a-tha-that a-like that y'all (that y'all) Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka But keep a microphone inside my locker Go to school everyday, on the side makin pay Cause I'm rockin on the mic until the break of day And now the things I do make me a star And you could be too if you know who you are Just put your mind to it, you'll go real far Like a pedal to the metal when you're drivin a car ...Liggy-liggy-liggy-listen to the things that I say Because it's not routine, it's the way I play Just come out my mouth all time of the day And then I must have time to give it away Hey, they used to call me Easy Dee Cause I rapped on the mic so easily But now they call me D.M.C. (He's) the Emcee of the party The D's for doin it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool as can be (And why you wear those glasses?) So I can see Huh-huh Got rhymes so def, rhymes, rhymes galore Rhymes that you never even heard before Now if you say you heard my rhymes, we're gonna have to fight Cause I just made the super-def rhymes last night Microphone master, super rhyme maker I get def as the others get faker It's me, D.M.C. in the place to be And I still got the same old harmony I'm the devastatin mic-controller The word wizard and the chief rock roller Bad b-boy made for the b-girls Rock ruler rhymes as the turntable twirls Supreme being who was born to talk And over sucker MC's all day I walk A few years ago my name was Joe And then I went to a party, cold stole the show Stole it as sure as birds have wings Now they're callin me DJ Running Things Got Kurtis Blow down with the two And my man Larry Lah makes beats for you Keepin up the funky beat is the Hollis Crew So Dee, take the mic cause you know I'm through In case you wonder what all this means We're funky fresh from Hollis, Queens Run and Kurt both down with me And that's the way it's meant to be I'm the microphone master D.M.C. Devastatin mic-controller personality And to the sucker MC's who did not learn If you don't this time we shall return...

A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly forms of blue and gray And I can almost hear the cannons blast Standin' in the prescence of the past The first few waves came cheerin' Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood When the day was finally over Those left wadin' through a crimson flood To think I could be right here In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the sun was settin' Looked like the South had won Now my mouth's as dry as cotton And my heart is beatin' fast Standin' in the prescence of the past Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke To hear a Yankee bugle blow Bullets flew like angry hornets Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow It must have been like hell on earth What happened here is more than we can grasp Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the smoke had lifted They knew the North had won Lord my soul feels empty As my tears fall on this grass Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother killin' brother Father slayin' son From the looks of this old graveyard Hell nobody really won Somethin's changed inside me It sure can happen fast Standin' in the prescence of the past A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees