Faces - Run DMC

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!

Facin 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

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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 okay

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 outta here.