Down With The King Lyrics - Down With The King - Run D.m.c.

Reporters cry, producers die, 

They wanna be down with the Kiiiiing! 

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 Kiiiiing! 

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(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 

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(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... 

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 

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! 

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