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Run looks at D.M.C. A grin spreads across his face. He grabs the mic, the cord trailing behind him like a tail.

"This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital..." he starts, his voice staccato and commanding. run_dmc_its_tricky

As the track fades out, Jay looks up from the decks. "That’s the one." Run looks at D

The year is 1986. The air in Hollis, Queens, is thick with the smell of asphalt and the sound of boomboxes. Inside a dimly lit basement studio, the atmosphere is electric, but the mood is tense. Joseph "Run" Simmons , Darryl "D.M.C." McDaniels , and Jason "Jam Master Jay" Mizell are huddled around a Roland TR-808 drum machine. "This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital

D.M.C. leans back, his signature thick-rimmed glasses catching the studio lights. "It’s the technicality of it. The breath control. The timing. People see the gold chains, but they don't see the hours we spend matching the rhyme to the pocket of the snare."

D.M.C. jumps in without missing a beat, his booming baritone providing the anchor: "To rock (a rhyme), that's right (on time), 'It's Tricky' is the title, here we go!"

"I said it’s tricky, man. This transition... it’s tricky to get it right without losing the groove."