[Run-D.M.C.]
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Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
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We're raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell 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? D.M.C.! The King is me!
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Your High-ness, or His Majesty!
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Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate
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But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great!
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Dissin all devils, causin havoc in HELL
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At a very high level base and treble shall YELL
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Heard in the heavens are the sounds 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 FRIGHTENING
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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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[Run]
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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 up off the cup while I take my taste
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[D.M.C.]
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It's highly appraised when the hell is raised
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So demanding and commanding that you all stand dazed
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The unbelieving receiving prophecy 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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[Run]
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Rappin 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 J 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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Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
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[D.M.C.]
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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 delight
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Like a star shinin 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 and 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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[Run]
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Kickin and tickin while you're havin a ball
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Like chicken finger lickin I'll be vickin you all
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So do the bird, have you heard, did they give you a call
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Just me and D.M.C., cold shakin the walls
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[D.M.C.]
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There's no fearin when hearin sound of this kind
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Across the land every man is goin 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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[Run-D.M.C.]
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Lord of lyrics, duke of discussion
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Ruler of rock, your king at cold-crushin
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Puller of people - controller of crowds
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Lingering lyrics all lasting and loud
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[Run]
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Left y'all, ah to the left y'all
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because I rock upon the mike real def y'all
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[D.M.C.]
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And to the right y'all, ah to the right y'all
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because I rock upon the mike all night y'all
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[Run]
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You see, I..
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[D.M.C.].. 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 pope try to dope but he broke his neck
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Cause I rock harder, and I get farther
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You wanna battle D hey please don't bother
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To waste your time, messin with my rhyme
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The only kick you get out of is in the behind!
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ttin' behind
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Raising Hell
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Run-DMC |