Run-d.m.c. - Faces Lyrics
[d.m.c.]In your face, all the timeAll in your face when Im kickin my rhymeAll these faces in front of meFace to face with run-d.m.c...[run]Knuckleheads in my face for a secondBut I move the crowd, and I reckonThat a sucker might jump and try to baitSo kill that noise and get out my face (punk)And let a real mc collect dollarsThe true crew and few come from hollis, queensAnd by all means necessaryMy vocabulary is very extensive, and expensiveSo hard itll put you in intensive careProceed with cautionOften suckers get lost in the sauce whenFaces just start speakin on facesAnd leavin traces, other races be mockedAnd it sparks a fight, day and nightDark and light - different types of faces[d.m.c.]Faces, facesAnd everywhere you go you see..Yeah yeah yeahBreak! as we come back on..As we come back on..All in your face, I place this rhyme!Facin this crew, youre facin your doomYou got punched in the faceAs soon as you heard this tune!I race at a pace with no shoelacesTo racist faces, placin disgracesTaste the bass of the racial facialDisgraceful tasteless racist facesGet out my face, dont bass, dont waste my timeMy brother, Im not color blindI walk the face of the earth, face deathFace the best and Ill justRip flip and trip wont shut up or let upGet out my face so we can go head up(damn d!) yo yo yo they dont understand me? ? when they always try to ban meHypin the stereotype of a faceAnd thats the problem with the human raceHaste makes waste, dont trace to other placesWere all the same but with different faces..[jay]Yeah d, and everywhere I go I see facesFaces sweatin you and they sweatin facesAround around the world, international facesYeah, now bust itYo, I took a look in the face of a girlieThe way she looks that jay must saySomethin bout the way my afro is growinBut is it funky? (yeah!) well okayIs she jockin my fro or my fade?Do she want me because of my name?I like the ladies, sweet and seriousNot those hoes, that plays, the gameOn every tom dick and harryShawn jerry john nick curly moe and larryYou thinkin you married? well you crazyMy baby you wont carryCause I like a girl thats low-keyThats how its gotta be to be with meAnd Ill take her to all the exotic placesThe name of this jam is called facesYeah.. so many faces..And everywhere I go I see facesAnd everywhere you go you see, the facesInternational faces, Im a afro and Im outta here..[ad libs to fade]
