Wreck Shop Run–DMC

[Chorus: Run, D.M.C. & Run]
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop
You know, we know, we know, we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (Yeah)
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (Yeah)
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (Yeah-Yeah)
You know, we know, we know, we wreck shop
(Uhhhhh)

[Verse 1: D.M.C.]
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved the way for days, I'm a new wave yeller
For decades gettin' paid, comin' straight from the cellar
The paper was my trade so I stayed in the lab
Now the record's gettin' played on the tape that you have
I'm like a heavyweight with a great left jab
Keep it truck diesel for the sake of the ave
Never bring no witness cause I freak this with uniqueness
For the rap fan, black man talks decent
Prop me, jock me, rock but don't stop me
If a man's got belief then a man's got beef
Sometimes I get sore from the war of a tour
To wreck it down [?] to get the crowd to roar
The records get dropped and my lyrics get popped
Let me off next stop cause I'm flex to wreck shop now