Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
It's never old school, all brand new
So everybody catch the boogaloo flu
It's not like a fever, not like a cold
The beats are clear, the rhymes are bold
So don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just listen to the music ‘cause first things first
First of all get off the wall
It's time to party so have a ball
We slow it down so get on up
Like a volcano I'll erupt
I've got determination, bass and highs
I see real well ‘cause I have four eyes
What you see is what you get
And you ain't seen nothing yet
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
I do not sing but I'll make a song
You'll love your whole life and I hope you live long
On the Gong Show, I won't get gonged
It's Run-D. M. C. Not Cheech and Chong
Strong as a ox, threat's out the box
The crowd so loud, they comin’ in flocks
And when we come on, the crowd goes off
It's all hard rock there's nothing soft
So let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
We won't only rock the house but we'll house the rock
We won't stroll but we'll roll straight to the top
We're Run-D. M. C. And Jay makes three
The baddest B-boys in history
When I record it, you'll be rewarded
You know my song is great cause y'all all applaud it
Not P-C-P or L-S-D just D. M. C. In the place to be
There's nothing free, you must pay a fee
Cash on delivery like a C. O. D.
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Liggy, liggy, liggy, liggy, liggy
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let, let, let