Down With The King Lyrics By Run D M C

reporters clock producers jock
they wanna be down with 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
recruiting suckers mackin’ mic 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 diggy down

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down with the king
the king down with the king x7
the king

cl 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 meeca and it went this way
recollect a mecca mic check on the windmill skills
mac distracts wearing godfather hats
it’s okay to parlay to forte better
tell ’em my nigga made 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 awake ’cause them other niggas are fake
from hollis to the beacon now your dumb ass is leakin’
cl and run dmc so rush it
big time weight before hammer got to touch it
remember the faces in all types of places
look ma no shoelaces
and i’m

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the king down with the king the king down with the king
the king down with the king the king down with the king
the king down with the king the king down with the king
the king

dmc
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 ho like a slow jam check it
sucka emcees could never swing with d
because of all the things that i bring with me
only god could be a king to me
and if the god be in me then the king i be
the microphone is branded 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
outrageous on the stages with a tune of 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

4 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 rb singer
the r to the undmc’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 yawning’
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 down with the king the king down with the king
the king down with the king the king down with the king
the king down with the king the king down with the king
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the king down with the king

Artist: Run D M C

Year: 1993

Decade: 90s

Language: en

Word Count: 371