My Adidas (A Cappella) Run–DMC

[Verse 1: D.M.C. & Run-D.M.C.]
My Adidas walk through concert doors
And roam all over coliseum floors
I stepped on stage, at Live Aid
All the people gave, and the poor got paid
And out of speakers I did speak
I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak
My Adidas touch the sand of a foreign land
With mic in hand, I cold took command
My Adidas and D close as can be
We make a mean team, my Adidas and me
We get around together, we're down forever
And we won't be had when worn in bad weather
My Adidas
Uh
My Adidas
Uh
Yo

[Verse 2: Run, D.M.C. & Run-D.M.C.]
My Adidas, standin' on two fifth street
Funky fresh, and yes, cold on my feet
With no shoestring in 'em, I did not win 'em
I bought 'em off the ave' with the black Lee denim
I like to sport 'em, that's why I brought 'em
A sucker tried to steal 'em so I caught 'em and I fought 'em
And I walk down the street, and bop to the beat
With Lee on my legs and Adidas on my feet
And, yo, now I'm just standin' here shootin' the gift
Me and D and my Adidas standing on two fifth
My Adidas
Uh
My Adidas