RunDMC

Aye yo man, can I see that mic, man? Everybody... Get up! My people... Get up! Cambridge... Get up! Hued man Get up! Boston... Get up! Craftsmen ... Get up! Emcees Everybody... Get up! Young Kings & Queens... Get up! Baba beings... Get up! My people... Get up! Everybody...get up! Uh, my... uh, my... get up! Yo... A one-two, one-two and Iye say, party people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out'cha seats and let's get ill That's right yall were not just rough We're mostly tough and when it Comes to rhymes... We got Nothing up my sleeve except arm tats of emotion Henna-like erase replace, pray no retrace Just a chase toward next chapter As page after page stack up Kept a journal so the world could learn you When it should be so the world can know you Give first what you think they owe you So I'll lead with love What you exhale man breathe it up Don't get me sick, my nega- Or at least attempt. These Ital foods Give me some strength, my nega And Iye can tell when sleeper cells try infiltrate my figure 6 feet, the space, my nega Not talking ID's, but ID erased, my nega And you can read between right now What's in your face, my brother Look left... look right... they outta sight Now in your space, my bother How to recover if the village Do not got you covered? Blueprints abundant Better catch these elders while they're still surfaced Or learn how to summon That which has to be learned from them There's a war going on outside They wasn't frontin' A one-two, one-two and.. Iye say, party people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out'cha seats and let's get ill That's right yall were not just rough We're mostly tough and when it Comes to rhymes... We got Plenty reason to be here So I'm'ma set it off Every morn like a premier And if you catch a cloth pray to God it's a clean tear 'Cause ripping me off Cause for stitch-up. Iye declare. Been at it for years Not your hobby it's just Something I also do 'Longside a plethora of chambers I like running thru Like the one in between your boo Newest def of phuk'n wit'chu Watch your step on that Willy Smith Set us back... you get Willie lynched So {brrr} hang it on the wall Tag it on a stall. Really what do it mean When you ain't living out what you seen In them jovial visions of futurism Wedged between Celestial seems Or would you rather Iye said stream of dreams Regardless of any colloquialisms Provoke and get bizm Otherwise, we're just joking with living A scope and a vision... a trigger & pull A good squeeze'll pop the eye of a bull I'm shittin you, not. Hitting that spot's a G thang G'won make her g-string sing... Pull! Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up! Everybody... Get up! Young Kings & Queens... Get up! Baba beings... Get up! My people... Get up! Everybody... get up! A' my... a' my... get up! Yo... A one-two, one-two and.. Iye say, party people Your dreams have now been fulfilled Get out'cha seats and let's get ill That's right yall were not just rough We're mostly tough and when it Comes to rhymes... (aye yo... ya, ya, ya... aye yo) We got