Here We Go (live at the Funhouse): accordi di
Run‐d.m.c.
Run‐d.m.c.

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Tonalità: C minor
Verse 1
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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
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It goes a one, two, three, and
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Here we go, here
Verse 2
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we go
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Here we go, here we go, here we,
here we, here we go
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Dmc and DJ Run
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Dum diddy- dum diddy-
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diddy- dum- dum
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We're rockin' on the mic and then you
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know where we're from
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Dum diddy- dum diddy- diddy- dum- dum
We hope y'all ready for the
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big beat drum
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Drum diddy- drum diddy-
diddy- drum- drum
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So people in the place
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here the big beat come
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Here it come, here it come,
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here it kiddi- come- come
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Come on, everybody, let's all get down
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What we have is a brand new sound
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So nobody out there be misled
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We make up all these rhymes
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inside our head
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The other MC's cannot compete
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When we rap on the mic
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to this big beat
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The beat is big, it's kind of large
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And when we're on the mic,
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we're in charge
Verse 3
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It's like that y'all (that y'all) It's like
that y'all (that y'all)
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It's like that- a- tha- that,
a- like that y'all (that y'all)
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Cool chief rocker, I don't drink vodka
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But keep a bag of cheeba inside
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my locker (huh)
Go to school every day (huh)
Always time to get paid (ha huh)
'Cause I'm rockin' on the
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mic until the break of day
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And now the things I do
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make me a star
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And you can be too if know who you are
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Just put your mind to
it, you'll go real far
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And the next thing you know
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you'll have a big car
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A- liggy liggy liggy liggy liggy, listen to the beat,
here I say
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Because it's not routine,
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it's the way I play (ha- ah)
Spit come out my mouth all
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time of the day and then
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And most the time, Jam Master Jay
Hey they used to call me Easy D
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Because I rapped on the mic so easily
But now they call me DMC
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He's dee MC of the party
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The D's for doin' it all of the time
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M is for the rhymes that are all mine
C's for cool, cool as can be
And why you wear those
Verse 4
glasses? So I can see
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Rhymes so def, rhymes,
rhymes galore
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Rhymes that you've never
even heard before
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Now if you say you heard my rhyme,
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we gonna have to fight
'Cause I just made
the motherfuckers up last night
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Kick off your shoes, re lax your feet
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Party on down to the DJ Run beat
The beat to get you up and get
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you outta your seat
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Make you boogie to this party
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'cause you know it's unique
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Wait a tiny minute,
don't break on me
My rhymes come faster
as the DJ cheats
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The DJ cuts the record for the valley below
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Then I boogie your ass,
'til it's time to go
And when it's time to go,
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girls, takin' you home
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So straighten your dress up,
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bout your hair use a comb
Verse 5
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Well, I'm the microphone master,
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super rhyme maker
I get def as the others get faker
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It's me DMC in the place to be
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And I still got the same old harmony
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I'm the def fer statin', mic controller
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The word wizard and the chief rock holder
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Bad B- boy made for the B- girls
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Rock rulin' rhymes as the
turntable twirls
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Supreme people was born to talk
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And over any corny rap king, I'll exalt
Verse 6
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I'm from Hollis Queens and
the games we play
See these games most every day
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People ridin' round town, sick hot rods
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Get paid real well,
don't have jobs
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We've got pickpockets,
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thieves, gamblin' man
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Bettin' twenty to one,
right against your friend
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We've got 'em all out there,
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doin' their best
Play slick games and avoid arrest
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Now the games of life are really fun
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But you had to play the game
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until the game is done
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So play on to the break of dawn
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As we rock y'all on to the early morn'
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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
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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
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Then take a count, one, two, three
Jam- Master Jay, Run- DMC

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