Run–D.M.C. - Jam-Master Jay Lyrics

Kick off your shoes, jump on the jock
And listen to the Jam-Master as he starts to rock
His name is Jay and he's on his way
To be the best DJ in the U-S-of-A

J-A-Y 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
And look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, one, two, three
Jam-Master Jay, Run-DMC

He's Jam-Master Jay, the big beat blaster
He gets better 'cause he knows he has to
In '84 he'll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam-Master

We're live as can be but we're not singin' the blues
We got to tell all y'all the good news
The good news is that there is a crew
Not five, not four, not three, just two
Two MC's who are claiming the fame
And all other things won't be the same
Because it's about time for a brand new group
Run-DMC to put you up on the scoop
We make the fly girls scream in ecstasy
We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
We put all the fellas in a daze
It's everyone that we amaze
And we got the master of a disco scratch
There's not a break that he can't catch
Jam-Master Jay, that is his name
And all wild DJs, he will tame
Behind the turntables is where he stands
Then there is the movement of his hands
So when asked who's the best, y'all should say
Run-DMC and Jam-Master Jay

Jam-Master Jay is the one in charge
It's up to him to rock beats that are truly large
He is the master of a scratch and cut
So move your arms, so move your legs, so won't you move your butt?

We're not talkin' ground, we're not talkin' sky
We're not talkin' low, we're not talkin' high
We're not talkin' big, we're not talkin' small
We want all of the people on off the wall
We're not talkin' night, we're not talkin' day
But we're talkin' 'bout Jam-Master Jay
Huh-huh, ha, ha-ha