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down with the king for years, about ten of 'em
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recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em
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tears and fears for my peers, they rippin'
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you think that it is, it is, if not it isn't
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race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out
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jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out
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gather, or rather form a circle around a loud
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'cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
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is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth
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or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out
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nope, shut him down, the king with a crown
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'cause all you wanna be is dicky down
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(CL Smooth)
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two years ago, a friend of mine
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asked me to say some MC rhymes
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so I said this rhyme I'm about to say
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the rhyme was meeca, and it went this way
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wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skills
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Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats
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it's okay to parlay to fortee better
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tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather
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swing another Rodney King thing in our right
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but just like the white one I get no respect
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money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake
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from Hollis to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin'
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C.L. and Run DMC so rush it
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big time way before Hammer got to touch it
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remember the faces in all types of places
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look Ma, no shoelaces
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and I'm....
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I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land
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I keep it hardcore because it's dope man
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these are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down
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not mean for a hoe like a slow jam, check it
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sucka emcees could never swing with D
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because of all the things that I bring with me
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only G-O-D could be a king to me
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and if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be
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the microphone is granted when it's handed to me
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I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee
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the emcee fiends only seem to agree
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that I rock all the world and the society
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I rages on the stages with a tune of verse
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I get praises from these pages to the universe
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my voice is raw, my lyrics is law
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I keep it hardcore like you never saw
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(Pete Rock)
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I'm the man you see, in the place to be
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I went to John Jay University
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and since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
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and after twelve grade I went straight to college
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down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger
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the P to the R, not an R&B singer
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the R to the U-N-D-MC'n
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the fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and
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flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black
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pick up the bass, better yet leave a space
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so let me put my big black ??? on in to the early mornin'
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had skins doanin'
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mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo)
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I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out
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Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock
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and now all the outty out flock is down with the king
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Down With The King
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Run DMC |