Listen to Down With the King (feat. Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth) by Run-DMC

Down With the King (feat. Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth)

Run-DMC

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Run-DMC
Run-DMC
Performer
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Performer
C.L. Smooth
C.L. Smooth
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Ward Simmons
Joseph Ward Simmons
Composer
Corey Brent Penn
Corey Brent Penn
Composer
Jim Rado
Jim Rado
Composer
Gerome Ragni
Gerome Ragni
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Kevin Thomas
Kevin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Reporters clock, producers jock They wanna be down with the king The king, the king The king, the king, king The king, the king The king, the king, king The king, the king, king The king, the king Producers die, they wanna be down Wanna be down with the king 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 Down with the king (Come on) (Come on) The king down with the king The king down with the king The king down with the king (Come on) 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 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' C.L. and Run D.M.C. 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 Down with the king (You wanna be) The king down with the king (You wanna be) The king down with the king (You wanna be) The king down with the king The king down with the king The king down with the king The king down with the king (You wanna be) The king down with the king The King 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 MCs 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 branded when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet and I plan to MC The MC 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 You be wanna be 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 The King 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 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 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 ki- The king down with the ki- The king down with the king The king down with the king The king down with the The king down with the The king down with the ki- The king down with the ki- The king down with the ki- The king down with the ki- The king down with the ki- The king down with the ki- The king down with the king The king down with the king
Writer(s): Peter O. Phillips, Joseph Ward Simmons, Corey Brent Penn, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt Macdermot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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