Run–D.M.C. - Here We Go Lyrics

How y'all feel out there?
Aw yeah, alright aight, check this out
One, two, three, in the place to be
As it is plain to see
He is DJ Run, and I am DMC
Funky fresh for 1983
Dj Jam-Master Jay
Inside the place with all the bass
He leaves without a trace
And he came here tonight to get on your case
And we are the Krush Groovin', the body-movin'
The record makin', and the record breakin'
And it goes a little somethin' like this
It goes a one, two, three, and

Here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go, here we, here we, here we go
Dmc and DJ Run
Dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum
We're rockin' on the mic and then you know where we're from
Dum diddy-dum diddy-diddy-dum-dum
We hope y'all ready for the big beat drum
Drum diddy-drum diddy-diddy-drum-drum
So people in the place here the big beat come
Here it come, here it come, here it kiddi-come-come
Come on, everybody, let's all get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So nobody out there be misled
We make up all these rhymes inside our head
The other MC's cannot compete
When we rap on the mic to this big beat
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)
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
It's like that-a-tha-that, a-like that y'all (that y'all)
Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka
But keep a bag of cheeba inside my locker (huh)
Go to school every day (huh)
Always time to get paid (ha huh)
'Cause I'm rockin' on the mic until the break of day
And now the things I do make me a star
And you can be too if know who you are
Just put your mind to it, you'll go real far
And the next thing you know you'll have a big car
A-liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy, listen to the beat, here I say
Because it's not routine, it's the way I play (ha-ah)
Spit come out my mouth all time of the day and then
And most the time, Jam Master Jay
Hey they used to call me Easy D
Because I rapped on the mic so easily
But now they call me DMC
He's dee MC of the party
The D's for doin' it all of the time
M is for the rhymes that are all mine
C's for cool, cool as can be
And why you wear those glasses? So I can see

Rhymes so def, rhymes, rhymes galore
Rhymes that you've never even heard before
Now if you say you heard my rhyme, we gonna have to fight
'Cause I just made the motherfuckers up last night
Kick off your shoes, relax your feet
Party on down to the DJ Run beat
The beat to get you up and get you outta your seat
Make you boogie to this party 'cause you know it's unique
Wait a tiny minute, don't break on me
My rhymes come faster as the DJ cheats
The DJ cuts the record for the valley below
Then I boogie your ass, 'til it's time to go
And when it's time to go, girls, takin' you home
So straighten your dress up, bout your hair use a comb

Well, I'm the microphone master, super rhyme maker
I get def as the others get faker
It's me DMC in the place to be
And I still got the same old harmony
I'm the deffer statin', mic controller
The word wizard and the chief rock holder
Bad B-boy made for the B-girls
Rock rulin' rhymes as the turntable twirls
Supreme people was born to talk
And over any corny rap king, I'll exalt

I'm from Hollis Queens and the games we play
See these games most every day
People ridin' round town, sick hot rods
Get paid real well, don't have jobs
We've got pickpockets, thieves, gamblin' man
Bettin' twenty to one, right against your friend
We've got 'em all out there, doin' their best
Play slick games and avoid arrest
Now the games of life are really fun
But you had to play the game until the game is done
So play on to the break of dawn
As we rock y'all on to the early morn'
He's Jam-Master Jay, the big beat blaster
He gets better 'cause he know he has to
It's '83 and he's a little faster
And only practice makes a real jam master
J-M-J are the letters of his name
Cuttin' and scratchin' are the aspects of his game
So check out the master as he cuts these jams
Then look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, one, two, three
Jam-Master Jay, Run-DMC