paroles de chanson Faces - Run-D.M.C.
In
your
face,
all
the
time
All
in
your
face
when
I'm
kickin'
my
rhyme
All
these
faces
in
front
of
me
Face
to
face
with
Run-D.M.C
Knuckleheads
in
my
face
for
a
second
But
I
move
the
crowd
and
I
reckon
That
a
sucker
might
jump
and
try
to
bait
So
kill
that
noise
and
get
out
my
face
(Punk)
And
let
a
real
MC
collect
dollars
The
true
crew
and
few
come
from
Hollis,
Queens
And
by
all
means
necessary
My
vocabulary
is
very
extensive,
and
expensive
So
hard
it'll
put
you
in
intensive
care
Proceed
with
caution
Often
suckers
get
lost
In
the
sauce
when
Faces
just
start
speakin'
on
faces
And
leavin'
traces,
other
races
be
mocked
And
it
sparks
a
fight,
day
and
night
Dark
and
light
different
types
of
faces
Faces,
faces
And
everywhere
you
go
you
see
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Break,
as
we
come
back
on,
as
we
come
back
on
All
in
your
face,
I
place
this
rhyme
Fagin'
this
crew,
you're
facin'
your
doom
You
got
punched
in
the
face
as
soon
as
you
heard
this
tune
I
race
at
a
pace
with
no
shoelaces
To
racist
faces,
placin'
disgraces
Taste
the
bass
of
the
racial
facial
Disgraceful
tasteless
racist
faces
Get
out
my
face,
don't
bass,
don't
waste
my
time
My
brother,
I'm
not
color
blind
I
walk
the
face
of
the
earth,
face
death
Face
the
best
and
I'll
just
rip
flip
and
trip
won't
shut
up
or
let
up
Get
out
my
face
so
we
can
go
head
up
(Damn
D)
Yo
yo
yo
they
don't
understand
me
When
they
always
try
to
ban
me
Hypin
the
stereotype
of
a
face
And
that's
the
problem
with
the
human
race
Haste
makes
waste,
don't
trace
to
other
places
We're
all
the
same
But
with
different
faces
Yeah,
D
and
everywhere
I
go
I
see
faces
Faces
sweatin'
you
and
they
sweatin'
faces
Around
around
the
world,
international
faces
Yeah,
now
bust
it
Yo,
I
took
a
look
in
the
face
of
a
girlie
The
way
she
looks
that
Jay
must
say
Somethin'
'bout
the
way
my
Afro
is
growin'
But
is
it
funky?
(Yeah)
Well
Tokay,
Is
she
jockin'
my
'fro
or
my
fade?
Do
she
want
me
because
of
my
name?
I
like
the
ladies,
sweet
and
serious
Not
those
hoes,
that
plays,
the
game
On
every
Tom
Dick
and
Harry
Shawn,
Jerry,
John,
Nick,
Curly,
Moe
and
Larry
You
thinkin'
you
married?
Well
you
crazy
My
baby
you
won't
carry
'Cause
I
like
a
girl
that's
low
key
That's
how
it's
gotta
be
to
be
with
me
And
I'll
take
her
to
all
the
exotic
places
The
name
of
this
jam
is
called
faces
Yeah,
so
many
faces
And
everywhere
I
go
I
see
faces
And
everywhere
you
go
you
see,
the
faces
International
faces,
I'm
a
Afro
and
I'm
outtake
here
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