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 DMC Faces

Faces

Faces

Faces Knucklehead's in my face for a second

But I move the crowd and I reckon that a sucker might jump and try to fake

So kill that noise and get outta my face

And let a real MC collect dollars

The truth doin', few come from Hollis, Queens

And by all means necessary

My vocabulary is very extensive and extensive

So hard t'll put you in intensive care

A scene for caution

All them suckers get lost in the shufflin'

Faces

Just start speakin' of faces

And leaving traces of a race be marked

And the sparks fly day and night dark and light

Different types of Faces Ahh, faces faces

Faces And everywhere you go you see

Faces yeah yeah yeah

Faces Break I race at a pace with no shoelaces

The race is faces, places, disgraces

Taste the taste of the racial facial

Disgraceful taste this race is facin'

Get outta my face don't base no race for time

My brother, I'm no colorblind

I walk the face of the earth

Face death

Face the facts and I'll test

Rip lip or trip and I'll test

Get out my face or we can go head up DMC

No, no, yo! You don't understand me

In this land where they always try to ban me

Type me the stereotype of a face

And that's the problem with the human race

Haste makes waste no trace of the faces

We're all the same, but with different tastes Faces

Faces

Faces

Faces Faces Yeah, yeah and everywhere I go I see

Faces Faces sweatin' you be sweatin'

Faces Around around the worl international faces

Faces Yeah, now boss you up yours I took a look in the face of a girl

The way she looked that day, was sayin'

Somethin' 'bout the way my afro's growin'

Well is it funky? I don't care

Is she jackin' my 'fro or my fame?

Do she want me because of my name?

I like the ladies sweet and serious

Not those 'hos that plays the game

On every Tom, Dick and Harry

Shawn, Jerry, John, Nick, Curly, Moe and Larry

You thinkin' you marry? Well you're crazy?

My baby you won't carry

'Cause I like the girl that's low-key

That's always gotta be to be with me

And I'll take her to all exotic places

The name of this jam is called Faces Faces So many faces

Faces And everywhere I go I see

Faces And everywhere you go you see

Faces International faces, I'm the afro and now I'm outta here