Down With The King

[run]
Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room
Came with the fame with my name came a tune
The king of rock, there is none higher
God ?? with madonna not melodic like mariah,
Carey, when larry put me in his caddy i made my album
I rock the funky beat like marky mark be rockin calvin,
Klein's, no friend of mine, i told you pryor,
Richard, switch it all around now you admire
"my adidas" was a hit in eighty-six it made me dollars
Stompin straight through compton niggaz there was screamin, "hollis!"
Back to the top, you're bout to get dropped
Go for what you know or ride the bo' and get stopped
My man darryl mack, dressed in all black
I pass the mic to d (and d.m.c.'ll pass it back)
Rappers won't be dissin after this rap song
Cause they sing like rodney king, "can't we all just get along?"

Chorus

[d.m.c.]
From a harder core, i'm kickin the raw
I wreck it on tour, i'm breakin your jaw
This is what run-d.m.c.'ll be about y'all
I make the party people want to scream and shout y'all
I'm just a b-boy, so watch me destroy
You best believe in you're receivin d.m.c. boy
I used to explode, i never let go
I let the tec go back because i said so
Yeah i'm a hoodlum, but i'm a good one
So punks gunnin for my run i wish they would come
So back up, mr. softy cause you're not hard
You're never comin off because i got god
Just ?? ?? and get a beat down
Never weak kid, i come up with more street sounds
Rhymes galore and soarin 'cross the floor an'
Some more is pourin, knockin down your door an'

Chorus

[run]
C'mon and jump to the rhythm i give em is what i give em
When i get em i just hit em and split em
And when i split em lit em up like a bulb in the dark
I made you blink you figure out, cause i know you're the mark
I gotta lotta what i gotta, that'll be what i got
So step to me or d.m.c and it'll be in your heart
Now ease up back off the bo-zack, you know that you bite
You think you're doin me or d? nigga please.. (what?)

Chorus

[run] one two, one two..
[dmc] and this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And i am, d.m.c..
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless for rhymes

[run]
You got to save it for david and wave it if you think that i gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By kickin dollars straight to hollis i'm off the ground b
I never heard of such where niggaz stand and i fell
I'm doin years with this career like patti la-belle
And if i ever was to fall i fell upon ya
Like ?? i made my mind i come to con ya
I see females i tell them yo my word is bond huh
Like terri teresa tammi tawana tarena and tonya
I'm comin hard i got your head and yeah the lock's on
I threw you up, why did your daddy ?? cock strong
I rock i wreck i rip a rhyme i ??
My rap is right i write a rip-and-ready rock song

[d.m.c.]
Call on the brother to come and get dumb
Until the def drum come as they come, when they come
I said i rip some, tearin them up, a big up
A whattup? a nigga, a so what, yeah put your bricks up
I knock down the walls because i got to
The rock sound because i hip-hop new
Not the old, gold, from around the neck
And when i grab ahold you give me nuff respect
In a black bm, with my contact lens
When the track begins, i'm setting new rap trends
Lettin lyrics i lay down
You play loud i stay proud with jay down you stay down
Get up on the truck song, the one you put your buck on
You're stuck on, you're luck on, you're sucked on
A lollipop sucka
I snuck ya, i struck ya, you stupid mother..

[run]
I gotta come my name is run and me and d we been appointed
I'm ever so clever you never touch the annointed
I'm born again i got a friend the lord i rearrange
But other than that i'm livin fat and ain't nuthin changed
Big willie still in your grilly, you better block son
I bust you up and then i blast you with my bop gun
A million times rhyme risin to the prime
While another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme
Be instead i'd rather leave another brother dead
Cause yet another brother deaded from the slow dread
I'm makin papers, brothers catchin vapors
Try to lick shot, you get got, catch you later
This ain't the cosby show you know what it's like a different world
We're livin inside a world where you get the cash, you hit the girl
So check the hypness, i'm not livin like this
I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness
You comin butt when you wish upon a star
But i could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar!

.. *guitar and scratches* ..

[d.m.c.]
Heads up my brother, here comes another
Word to the verb the urge to discover
A lover, you hover, you smother, my brother
You can't do nothin other than take the record out the cover
You get the song at it's strong and randomn flow
You sing along cause the words you heard you know
Hostyle the style that style is wild
The penile is where i goes and smile
Because i pop a lot, they try to lock me up
Because i rock the block, they try to stop me up
But i'm sly as a fox i can rocks
I got smarts when they starts tradin shots they get dropped
I pull my card i pull my card i pull my card not
I use the rock to be hard, i'm a hard rock
You get a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot
You better read a lot because you really need a lot of
Information, and some education
Cause i'm replacin what you hearin on your station
Darryl is a mack, joe is in the public
Jason leads the nation and i know you're gonna love it, jay!!

We get open! (8x)

[run]
I seen you hopin and scopin i'm copin as i get you wide open
Dyin and lyin while you're cryin and mopin
Flippin and rippin money-grippin be gropin
The baddest apparatus got the fad as i'm open
I never slip or fell, i raise up ?? well
I bash you in your bell, you got static in hell
And when you seen the fire you got jealous, you jeal'
So sucker just retire, you admire my skill
I'm never the type of guy to close the door in your face
I got you wide open, run is runnin a race
Takin what's mine and what's left is a waste
Leavin them behind and all suckers on the chase
Got a dope track, comin real dope an'
I get legit, we get, i get..

We get open! (14x)
We get..

[jam master jay]
Word up!
I freak the beat up, boom! now bass up, pick the pace up
Jam master blastin through the plaster cause i has ta
Hard rocks like to rock it, you can't stop it
?? poll in ten years, i'ma walk away a prophet ??
You don't stop, i stop styles in the attic
Kick the fat flavor that you can't be mad at
?? what's the matter, more mix in granny's batter
Run-d.m.c.'s fatter, so kill the chit-chatter
Zigga zigga jay, jigga jigga pump pump
Gettin bigger babe pah, figure nigga freak the funk
3 in the head, ten yards to go
Blow up the spot for those that forgot
Stay stable as a navel, try an' rhyme rough and able
(with the baldhead kidz!) word up, blow up the label
Boom boom boom, broke-in, got ya jok-in
Me, run and d, we're gettin open!

We get open! (16x)
We get..

[d.m.c.]
Open the door, let me in
So my rhyme, can now begin
Forget the hit and all the (shit)
That you used to get with, because it's not legit
I rewrote the script, i flip the ship
I bust a lip, it's time to rip the mic i grip
Darryl mcdan', use abuse
I bruise the crews, i refuse to lose
My composure, i will bulldoze ya
A froze enclosure, where no one knows ya
Who dat - who flew that head, well it's said
D put the head to bed and you're dead
Moms is cryin, mc's is dyin
I'm knockin down jaws with paws, like a lion
I wrote the dope quotes, now the punks is scopin
I knuckle up and punch and bust his fronts open

We get open! (8x)

[jam master jay and onyx]
Word up, i'd like to thank g-o-d (man above)
Run-d.m.c. in the house (representin no question)
Onyx in the house (word up)
??cha skills?? on the wheels (word up)
Word up j-m-j ?? in the house
Randy d, get with me
We, we get, we, we get, we..

We get open! (32x)

We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop

[d.m.c.]
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can i tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved the way for days, i'm a new wave yeller
For decades gettin paid, comin straight from the cellar
The paper was my trade so i stayed in the lab
Now the record's gettin played on the tape that you have
I'm like a heavyweight with a great left jab
Keep it truck diesel for the sake of the ave
Never bring no witness cause i freak this with uniqueness
For the rap fan, black man talks decent
Prop me, jock me, rock but don't stop me
If a man's got belief then a man's got beef
Sometimes i get sore from the war of a tour
To wreck it down ??, to get the crowd to roar
The records get dropped and my lyrics get popped
Let me off next stop cause i'm flex to wreck shop now

We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop

[run]
Bust it!
I wreck shop, now pull your leg i beg your pardon
And rock a wicked rhyme like eighty-seven at the garden
The hardest of the hard and i be harder for the hardened
?? but the smartest broken artists by the carton
Livin while i'm givin ?? ??
Not hear to bust your bubble send your trouble down the drain
Hurry on the double cool and subtle that's our game
My crew came out the huddle and i know you'll feel the pain
We wreck shop, and i can see they always give in
Life is like a mic and that's exactly how i'm livin
Ladies love the lover and the lover love the women
My name is dj run but you can call me joseph simmons and

We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop

[d.m.c.]
Cop, you can't stop or drop, you shop wrecker
The mic checker, i take my pilgramage to mecca
Jay with the records still a dose of double-decker
Me and run'll come and have some fun, and we'll wreck a

Shop on down, to the last stop, ha
We're givin rhythm to the wisdoms on the block, ha
And ain't no business be a witness to the shot, ha
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ??

Stomp the competition, opposition seeks to
Confuse abuse and use all that i speak to
I bust a sucker, a nucca that i speak through
They keep pursuin never doin d.m.c. you
Get ready set up, i'm bout to go head up
You better shut up, you're gonna be a dead up
Bucked and stuck your butt broke and chopped
The east coast boast the most, we wreck shop now!

We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop

We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop (3x)
You know we know we know we wreck shop

[run]
Next.. next.. next..
Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest
Three the hardest from hollis
If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son
Run-d.m.c. and jam master jay say, hey!
Come come and see the way we play ?? away day
In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth
If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout south
I'm out - of course the force from up north
Ain't up for grabs yup whattup then it's up yours!
You see we ain't open up doors - that's business
We knocked those things off the motherfunkin hinges
Whoever said we fell off, i have no taste for it
We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't wait for it
Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge
Watch it gitty-god or you'll be head and titty scarred
?? alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy

Chorus: run-d.m.c.

Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?
Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard - what?
Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard..

(d!)

[d.m.c.]
The hard hitter, i come to cross a critter splitter
Gold digger, better get a babysitter
I'm daddy, cruisin like a caddy braggin
Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon
Pull a magnum, point it and i spat it at him
Then i stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em
Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off
I'm comin hard, i'm one with god i'm never soft
I'm a father, to all the kids i'm gettin rid of
Livin larger, i give it to the highest bidder
So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk
The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk
I pull a pump, and bump you off into a dump
You hear a thump, because i had to stump a rump
From hollis ave., i'll have you on the boulevard
I pull your card, word to god you know i'm hittin hard

Chorus

[run]
Well as the mode explode (run..) ?? when i'm layin one
Listen what i'm sayin (run..) no playin are you obeyin run
Bass is placed on the case (run..) and it'll soon crash
Sound beatdown auggghhhh! *explosion* another boom bash
See me and first thing they'll be like cursin i'm rehearsin it
You're weak and you're wack and you'll be the second and i'm first in it
Comin at you hard with god we're never feelin odd
Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred
Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear
Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me
You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out
You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with the
Trendy wear and your nappy hair
Never give a glare too rare you just stare
Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear
Cause run'll beat ya, got to reach ya, ?? ??, and i'ma

Chorus 2x

[chorus]

Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
Recruiting 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

[chorus]

(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
Wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skills
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....

[chorus]

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 mean 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 the 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

[chorus]

(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 ??? on in to the early mornin'
Had skins doanin'
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

Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)

[d.m.c.]
A vain from my brain means i'm causin em pain
Comin rough with the stuff that's just a part of the game
The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam
So i'ma pull my jammy out and i'ma murder the man
Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul
Take the trigger then you figured that i'm losin control
I go loco with the vocals, yo goes the chokehold
And i broke those pros with the dope flows
I slow rolls, no i don't smoke those
Leave the blunts for the punks in front rows
I said mine, headline or deadline
You see redline, here comes your bedtime
I lay it down, lay it low
Now i'm off and runnin on some new rhyme flow
I flex break necks bust tecs mic checks son
Fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one

Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)

..

[run]
Now mic check and respect, come correct, and i can protect
You never knew (dj who?) dj run'll wreck
Hard, god, may be dope you never knew me nope
Where you been your hand is sendin down, can you really cope?
Forever makin and breakin it and cold wreckin it
As for my title it's vital, you're never takin it
I throw a stand across the stage and you'll get bucked down
Like kris-one said, i fly a head you better _duck down_
I sold good and then plenty like ? charlie said
Like mike i glove it you love it and now it's for my bread
It's goin down on the mound watch a nigga pitch
Bang your thang and hang your damn necks, now you gettin it
I see them go, and come, cause what they pumpin weak
And now i'm flippin the script and they can hardly speak
I bust a nut then run amuck all on a sucker cool
Now whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do?!

Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)

Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do (4x)

Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? what's up? what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked..