Run-D.M.C. Lyrics
Run-D.M.C. Lyrics
"Down With the King Lyrics"
First Love Lyrics
(M. Crenshaw / R. Cioffi / F. Todd) It's an echo from your past a memory you didn't know would last You drive along with the radio on and suddenly you're singing your old song Woah, where can she be tonight? You're hopin' that she's alright No one ever can forget their first love Just a taste of sweet perfume when you walk i
(M. Crenshaw / R. Cioffi / F. Todd) It's an echo from your past a memory you didn't know would last You drive along with the radio on and suddenly you're singing your old song Woah, where can she be tonight? You're hopin' that she's alright No one ever can forget their first love Just a taste of sweet perfume when you walk i
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
(CL Smooth)
two years ago, a friend of mine
asked
Bad News Lyrics
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news [Lloyd Banks] a made the lil man mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't
me to say some MC rhymesLloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news [Lloyd Banks] a made the lil man mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't
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....
[Chorus]
I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the la
Balkanization Of Amerikanization Lyrics
Hop-pa little Sally diwally hop-ba And magic bottle spins Bad magic kills good magic But good magic wins Where the virgins disappear And the soldiers die Yeah I go there everyday And back I arrive -Remember how I told you About tziganization 0And I wrote you right back About sultanization -And then how I wrote you about
dHop-pa little Sally diwally hop-ba And magic bottle spins Bad magic kills good magic But good magic wins Where the virgins disappear And the soldiers die Yeah I go there everyday And back I arrive -Remember how I told you About tziganization 0And I wrote you right back About sultanization -And then how I wrote you about
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 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
[Chorus]
(Pete Rock)
I'm the m
Fine Tune Da Mic Lyrics
CHORUS X2 [Maestro] Fine tune da mic [Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it [Maestro] It's the brother Maestro [Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it [Showbiz] So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running Listen to the
an you see, in the place to beCHORUS X2 [Maestro] Fine tune da mic [Showbiz] Engineer won't you check it [Maestro] It's the brother Maestro [Showbiz] And Showbiz is going to wreck it [Showbiz] So here I come (ha), so here I go (yo) And when you hear (huh), you know it's brother Show I like to rock a hundred miles, but you know I'm far from running Listen to the
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