What's It All About Songtext / Lyric

I would like to throw 'Rock Box' in the start of this one

Run D, Run D M C"

Here wego again



What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?



Livin' in the city, the crack the mack and all that

Easy does it, is it was it

The black or white that Friday night

In those racist places, let's get it right



Ah to the maximum, and keep askin' 'um

When the city gonna fix where the blacks are from

And every day around the way another one got

Bucked in his head, from a gunshot



No chance in advance for the ambulance

'Cause he was just another victim of the circumstance

A brother died, the mother cried, it was a pity

But that's how it goes down when you're livin' in the city






What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?



Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock

In the metropolis there's no stoppin' this

Can't agree with society poppin' this

Disagree with the plea when they coppin' it



Some men pretend the end will come soon

They gather what they can and them boom

You played yourself, you made your wealth

The deal was dealt, now your health is in question



Three Card Molly, hoodlums, who are we?

Pollution, prostitution, 'In God We'

Need a solution, revolution, substitution

For the thing's that we're abusing



Pity the city, for the people livin' out on the streets

Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat

There's no progress for the rest

God bless for less



What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?



What's it all about?



What it is? What's it all about? Whassup G? What it be?

How you livin' homeless probably

Mandela's free and they're rollin' with D

In history you cannot see 'em like they cannot see me



The Berlin Wall, it all had to fall, they said no but

"Yo", "Yes y'all", the people that spoke were never provoked

And now it's tumblin' down, freedom of speech for each

Now how that sound?



Try to stop me from sayin' what I want to say

My funky rhyme I never quit until the break of day

Now here we go as I flow and show and kick

Information, teach and blessing reach inside the nation



And be a seer 'cause I'm reason with run

And now that the point is out

Let the jam slam my man and tell me

What's it all about?



What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?



I flex my muscle, what I must do

Is bum rush you, fuck you I'll crush you

The Ku Klux Klan is fucked up

And every good man'll understand



Beginnin' and winnin', from the first fuckin' vocal

I spoke to you, I ain't no joke to you

I do what I want to do

If you don't like what me and my crew is doin' then fuck you



What I do and what I done with Jay and Run

None could ever become, to sum it up bum

Get off my dick and out my kingdom

Yo yo D tell 'em where you're from



Straight from Hollis, Queens

I'm still eatin' collard greens and I'm doin' the same things

I ain't never goin' out suckers, punk motherfuckers

What's it all about?



What's it all about?

What's it all about?

What's it all about?

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