Run-d.m.c. - Down With The King Lyrics
[chorus]Down with the king for years, about ten of emRecruiting suckers, mac and mike, and makin men of emTears and fears for my peers, they rippinYou think that it is, it is, if not it isntRace for the border my daughter, cause beats youre bangin outJeeps rockin beats in the streets when theres time for hangin outGather, or rather form a circle around a loudcause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowdIs it because hes runnin off with the mouthOr was he really clearly tryin to play a nigga outNope, shut him down, the king with a crowncause all you wanna be is dicky down[chorus](cl smooth)Two years ago, a friend of mineAsked me to say some mc rhymesSo I said this rhyme Im about to sayThe rhyme was meeca, and it went this wayWrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skillsMac distracts, wearing godfather hatsIts okay to parlay to fortee betterTell em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leatherSwing another rodney king thing in our rightBut just like the white one I get no respectMoney stay awake, cause them other niggas are fakeFrom hollis to the becon, now your dumb ass is leakinC.l. and run dmc so rush itBig time way before hammer got to touch itRemember the faces in all types of placesLook ma, no shoelacesAnd im....[chorus]Im takin the tours, Im wreckin the landI keep it hardcore because its dope manThese are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote downNot mean for a hoe like a slow jam, check itSucka emcees could never swing with dBecause of all the things that I bring with meOnly g-o-d could be a king to meAnd if the g-o-d be in me, then the king I beThe microphone is granted when its handed to meI was planted on this planet and I plan to emceeThe emcee fiends only seem to agreeThat I rock all the world and the societyI rages on the stages with a tune of verseI get praises from these pages to the universeMy voice is raw, my lyrics is lawI keep it hardcore like you never saw[chorus](pete rock)Im the man you see, in the place to beI went to john jay universityAnd since kindergarten I acquired the knowledgeAnd after twelve grade I went straight to collegeDown with the kings on the mic, a full swingerThe p to the r, not an r&b singerThe r to the u-n-d-mcnThe fly human beings, tonight I hold the key andFlowin with the funk track, here to soul brother blackPick up the bass, better yet leave a spaceSo let me put my big black ? ? ? on in to the early morninHad skins doaninMecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo)Ill make a funky beat so we can blow, check it outPete rocks the beat knock, put you in a headlockAnd now all the outty out flock is down with the king
