bring the ruckus suckers duck and then dodge [DJ Rev. Run] Well rock a rhyme for me, then a rhyme for you And everybody catch the Boogaloo Blues [DMC] D-Generation X
nothing my generation puts on an act but my generation will sell its ass like it's nothing 'cause my generation's nothing my generation is fat and weak my generation
Degenerate into something fool We just got tired of doin' what ya told us to do That's a breaks boy, Yeahhhh Ah, That's a breaks little man, Break it down Degeneration X
when I come and bring the ruckus suckers duck and then dodge (repeat) Well rock a rhyme for me, then a rhyme for you And everybody catch the Boogaloo Blues D-Generation X
We just got tired Of doin' what you tell me to do That's a brace boy Yeah That's a brace little man Break it down! D Generation X! D Generation You
just got tired of doing what you told us to do. Now that's a break boy, yeah. That's a break little man. Break it down. De-generation X. De-generation
ball bounces i see what you got i measures an ounce head thats a brace boy yeahh thats a brace little man break it down D generation X D generation X
X-Paaacc) Degeneration X - Who's Gonna Kick your ass? Degeneration X (X-Pac - X-Paaacc) Who's gonna kick your ass? - Degeneration X Who's gonna kick your ass? - Degeneration X
Ready, steady, go Ready, steady, go Ready, steady, go Ready, steady, go I'm not in love with television I'm not in love with the radio I'm not in love
The Greyhound's rockin' out tonight to maximum rockabilly When two punks choose to risk the subway for a tube to Piccadilly And the Zephyrs stir fast
On the floor of Tokyo Or down in London town to go, go With the record selection And the mirror reflection I'm dancing with myself When there's no one
Your heroes stare with glossy smiles (Friday's Angels) They always had that special style (Friday's Angels) Standing naked dressings at trial (Friday
I'm sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short sighted Narrow minded hypocrites All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I've had enough
Day by day, look what the papers say Day by day, look what the papers say Stranded in the jungle, trapped inside the tube Hate your next door neighbor
I once had a dream A feeling inside A yearning so bad You have to shout it out Hey, kid, look at me You can make it real You can get it if you want
I know you've heard these things before You get the same reply But all these things are really new to me So I'm asking why? But isn't it the truth you
Blinded by a million shades I couldn't see their eyes I couldn't see their eyes The eyes of the crazies who drive I couldn't see their eyes I couldn't
They customized their gear and synchronized They flame out in the streets with flame in their eyes Guerrilla operator ain't heard of cool Check out any
