Down with the King (Radio Version)

Reporters clock, producers jock

They 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 **** out

Nope, shut him down, the king with a crown

'Cause all you wanna be is Diggy Down

Down with the king

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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 **** 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 **** are fake

From Hollis to the Beacon, now your dumb ass is leakin'

CL 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

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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 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 branded 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

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

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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

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