Yow! Back in the days on the block so hot, Me tek the mic and me mash up the spot. Schoolyard style and me run the place, Heavy metal rhythm a-blow in your face. Me step right out with the style so grand, Di baddest selector in the whole a di land! Headbang! Turn it up loud! Di fada look sharp and him check di style, Him see how di youth dem a-tun wild! Hear di instruction come from di head, Movement a-lock down 'til kingdom come dead! Walk this way! (Walk it out, star!) Talk this way! (Talk it out now!) Walk this way! (Fi real!) Talk this way! (Hear the heavy guitar!) Well, me walk down di street with di unlaced shoe, Tell every likkle bwoy 'cause di style is true. Di guitar chunk and di heavy bass thump, Inna di mosh pit yard where di speaker set jump! From Kingston to Queens, we a-shake di scene, Di biggest crossover you ever have seen! Mash up di pit! Bloodclaat fire! Di fada look sharp and him check di style, Him see how di youth dem a-tun wild! Hear di instruction come from di head, Movement a-lock down 'til kingdom come dead! Walk this way! (Walk it out, star!) Talk this way! (Talk it out now!) Walk this way! (Fi real!) Talk this way! (Hear the heavy guitar!) Me say me jump out di window, me land inna di crowd, Di amplifaya dem a-howl, dem a-howl so loud! Lock down di city, no escape from di sound, Rasta-metal champion a-stomp pon di ground! Run D.M.C. with di Rebel Crew decree, We set di whole wide world totally free! No stop di noise! Wake di neighbors! Hold di baseline... watch how it drop! From di bottom to di very top! No ramp wid di crew, no touch di wire, We a- bun up di place like a raging fire! Mosh! Mosh! Wall of death! Walk this way! (Walk it out!) Talk this way! (Talk it out now!) Walk this way! (Fi real!) Talk this way!
