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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Ventures
The Ventures
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom King
Tom King
Composer
Lonnie Mack
Lonnie Mack
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Reisdorff
Bob Reisdorff
Producer
Josie Wilson
Josie Wilson
Producer

Lyrics

RUN DMC Miscellaneous 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 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... 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 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 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
Writer(s): Ira Mack, Tom King, Fred Mendelsohn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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