Lyrics:
Run D M C Proud To Be Black

condition Don't get in my way cause I'm full of ambition I'm proud to be black and I ain't takin' no crap I'm fresh out the pack and I'm proud to be black

they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E. this, P.E. that Fist in the air, proud to be black

is cold, dawg You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty You say I look Kunta Kinte Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker than that Jet black,

faze him but D won't be fazed So what's your name? DMC, the king is me Your Highness or His Majesty Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can

and these suckers are back So when you see the company that claim to be The truth you done get raw, see Check out the three, Run D.M.C. And the brothers

Put some faith in your race I'm black and I'm proud to be a African-American Soul Sister Usin' my mind as a weapon, a lethal injection And oh yes, I'm

's stars, it's our time to shine Let's get 'em up high, c'mon Go all-star, and get down for yours To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours You got

instrumental to start] [Black Thought] Get 'em up high - okay, yeah [Chorus] Go all-star, and get down for yours To the ladies in the house, be proud

ya, I struck ya, you stupid mother.. [Run] I gotta come my name is Run and me and D we been appointed I'm ever so clever you never TOUCH the annointed I'm