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Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings |
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We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings |
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The king will be praised and hell will be raised |
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S-s-s-suckers try to faze him but D won't be fazed |
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So what's your name? DMC, the king is me |
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Your Highness or His Majesty |
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Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate |
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But you can't imitate DMC The Great |
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Dissin' all devils causin' havoc in hell |
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At a very high level, bass and treble shall yell |
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Hangin' in the heavens on the sound supreme |
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So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen |
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So loud like a cloud with thunder and lightning |
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So proud to the crowd it is somewhat frightenin' |
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No calm in the storm like a beast unleashed |
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There's no stoppin' 'cause the rockin' cannot cease, break! |
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You see it's harder than hard, not one bit soft |
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Courageous and contagious, so you better break north |
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Not a cold, on a roll, did you hear me cough? |
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Just listen while I'm dissin 'cause you're pissin' me off |
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Cold bedding is spreading all across your face |
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You can't take when I break and if that's the case |
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I'll go on and on and kick the bass |
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So back off of the cup while I take my taste |
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It's highly appraised when the hell is raised |
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So demanding and commanding that you'll all stand dazed |
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The unbelieving receiving prophecies so true |
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I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you |
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My mighty mic control already brought his soul |
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The Rock King is so bold when he rocks and roll |
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A black hat is my crown, symbolizin' the sound |
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Signifyin', we won't play around, bust it! |
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Rhymin' and climbin', beat makin' every day |
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No synthesizer sound, so silence when I say |
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I am great, get it straight 'cause that's my fate |
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My name is Run, I'm number one, that's how I rate |
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He's in the place with the bass and style and grace |
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His name is Jay, he's here to play and win this race |
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He's off the wall, on the ball, his name is D |
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Kinda tall, yes sir, he's down with me |
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From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea |
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The word is heard as told by D |
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I don't sing I bring much to light |
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Like a star shining bright in the darkest night |
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If you are cold I'll bring you heat |
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Like I brought the whole world my funky beat |
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Mysterious is serious, I ain't no joke |
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Fire from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke |
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Kickin' and tickin' while you're having a ball |
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Like chicken finger-lickin' I'll be vickin' you all |
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Don't do the bird, have you heard? Did they give you a call? |
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Just me and DMC cold shakin' the wall |
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There's no fearin' one hearin' sound of this kind |
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Across the land, every man is going out of his mind |
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On the face of the earth, spreadin' like disease |
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Contaminating, infiltrating like a horde of bees |
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Lord of Lyrics, Duke of Discussions |
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Ruler of Rap and King of Cold Crushin' |
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Puller of People, Controller of Crowds |
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Lingering lyrics, long-lasting and loud |
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Left y'all, a to the left y'all |
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Because I rock upon the mic real def y'all |
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And to the right y'all, a to the right y'all |
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Because I rock upon the mic all night y'all |
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You see, I want respect if I'm correct |
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They're all like a ball that I have checked |
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And the shots they take have no effect |
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The punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck |
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'Cause I rock harder, and I get farther |
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You want to battle D, hey please don't bother |
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To waste your time, messing with my rhyme |
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The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind |
