Down With the King

歌詞

Reporters cry, producers die, They wanna be down with the King! The King, the King, The King, the King, King, The King, the King, The King, the King, King, The King, the King, King, The King, the King Producers die, they wanna be down, Wanna be down with the King! Run Down with the King for years, about ten of 'em Recruitin' suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' You think that it is, it is, if not it isn't Race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out Jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud 'cause brothers or others 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 dicky down The King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King C.L. Smooth Two years ago, a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was 'Mecca' and it went this way Wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skill Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats It's okay to parlay to fortee better Tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather Swing another Rodney King thing in our right but just like the white one I get no respect Money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake from Hollis to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin' C.L. and Run DMC 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.... Down with the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King DMC You wanna be, You wanna be, You wanna be, Check it! I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land I keep it hardcore because it's dope man These are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down Not meant for a hoe like a slow jam, check it Sucka emcees 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 granted when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee The emcee fiends only seem to agree That I rock all the world and the society I rages on the stages with a tune of verse I get praises from these pages to the universe My voice is raw, my lyrics is law I keep it hardcore like you never saw You be wanna be! I be the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King You wanna be... You wanna be... You know you wanna be... You wanna be... You wanna be... You wanna be... You know you wanna be... You wanna be... You wanna be C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock, One time. Pete Rock 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 twelve grade I went straight to college Down with the Kings on the mic, a full swinger The P to the R, not an R&B singer The R to the U-N-D-MC'n The fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and Flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black pick up the bass, better yet leave a space So let me put my big black twinkie on in to the early mornin' Had skins yawnin' Mecca? (Yo!) You want the mecca? (Yo!) I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock and now all the outty out flock is down with the king Down with the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King, King, Down with the King, the King