Lyrics: Run D.M.C.. Back From Hell. Word Is Born.

Let's begin, to talk
1990, and this is what's goin' on
To the break of dawn
24/7, Run-D.M.C. in effect, that's warning
All those weak-rhymin', rewindin' MC's

That means you pause
My word is born

Yeah, speakin' on truth
From the old school on down to the youth
Since the days, that I was the age of
Three stop, listen to me

This is how it used to be, go
Stand on another line, why?
You did a crime now the time is mine
I school you and your crew, why?

You'se is my brother
Stop, sellin' and killin' one another
Take some time, to see what's missin'
Brothers in the [Incomprehensible], we on a mission

Thinkin' back from the sale you made
And back home, a grave is what your brother paid
His life, because of a system
Now you think you're down, you cold dissed him

Shut up, 'cause I'm fed up, with this culture
And flyin' high in the sky, a big vulture
Waitin' and debatin', to see who's next
For brothers and sisters of the opposite sex

So hold on, keep it intact
And go on, flow on, positive black
B-boys be black be proud, right on
You know we're bout to be black and my word is born

My word is born
My word is born
My word is born

Let's, let's, let's begin to talk truth, it seems
That y'all make a big out of things that are small
We all play the same game for fame to claim
[Incomprehensible] bright lights and write your name

They'll soup you up, 'til you think you're large
Got a spot on tour, but I'm still in charge
A big nigga's hittin' it, don't renege
Bust a rap like a cap like a snap of twig

That extends from the hands of a branch on a tree
Like you new jack rappers, run from me
I got proof of truth, I cut and go raw
Word 'em up D, my word is born

1990's
And ain't nuttin' changed, punk