Run D.M.C. - Down With The King (Feat. C.L. Smooth & Pete Rock) Lyrics

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Reporters cry, producers die,
They wanna be down with the Kiiiiing!
[Chorus]
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 Kiiiiing!

(Run)
Down with the King for years, about ten of 'em 
Recruitin' 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 

[Chorus] 

(C.L. Smooth) 
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 'Mecca' and it went this way 
Wrecka lecka mecca mic check on the windmill skill
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.... 

[Chorus] 

(DMC)
You wanna be,
You wanna be,
You wanna be,
Check it!
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 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 a 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 verse 
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 
You be wanna be!

[Chorus]
You wanna be...
You wanna be...
You know you wanna be...
You wanna be...
You wanna be...
You wanna be... 
You know you wanna be...
You wanna be...
You wanna be C.L. Smooth,
Pete Rock,
One time.

(Pete Rock) 
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 yawnin' 
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

[Chorus]

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lyrics submitted by Alex Guise