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Down with the King (Richard Russell Mix)
Run‐D.M.C.
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Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay
Down with the King for years, about ten of 'em
Recruitin' suckers, mackin' mic and makin' men of 'em
Tears and fears for my peers, they risen
You think that it is it is, if not it isn't
Race for the border my daughter could beat ya bangin' out
Jeeps rockin' beats in the streets in this town for hangin' out
Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
Tempered brother the other could never ever rock a crowd
Is it, because he's runnin' off with the mouth
Or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out
Nope, shut him down, the King with a crown
Cause all you wanna be is Dickie Down
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay
Reck-a-leck-a Mecca mic check on a windmill skill
Map the stats wearin' Godfather hats
It's okay to parlay the forte better
Tell 'em my nigga need a sweater tougher than leather
Swing another Rodney King thing and I'll wreck
But just like the white one I get no respect
Money stay away cause the other niggas are fake
From Hollis to the Beacon know your dumb ass is leakin'
C.L. and Run-D.M.C. so rush it
Big time way before Hammer got to touch it
Remember the faces, in all types of places
Look ma no shoelaces, and I'm
I've taken the tours, I'm wreckin' the land
I keep it hardcore cause it's dope man
These are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down
Not meant for a ho like a slow jam, check it
Sucker MC's could never swing with D
Because of all the things that I bring with me
Only G-O-D could be a king to me
And if the G-O-D be in me then a king I be
The microphone is granite when it's handed to me
I was planted on this planet and I plan to MC
The MC fiends only seem to agree
That I rock-a the world and the society
Outrageous on the stages with a tuna verse
I give praises from these pages to the universe
My voice is raw, my lyrics is law
I keep it hardcore like you never saw you wanna be
I'm the man you see, in the place to be
I went to John Jay University
And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
Down with the Kings on the microphone swinger
The P to the R, not an R&B singer
The R to the U-N-D-MC'in
The fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and
Flow with the funk track, hear the soul brother black
Pick up the pace, better yet leave a space
So let me put my big black twinkie on in
To the early mornin', have the skins yawnin'
Mecca yo, you want the Mecca yo
I make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out
Pete Rock's the boot knock, put you in a headlock
And now all the yadda yadda flock, cause I'm down with the Kings