Lyrics:

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings

We're raising hell like a class when the lunch bell rings

The king will be praised, and hell will be raised

S-s-s-suckers try to phase us, but D won't be phased

So what's your name? DMC. The king is me

Your highness or his majesty

Now you can debate, c-c-c-c-concentrate

But you can't imitate DMC the great

Dissing all devils, causin havoc in hell

At a very high level, bass and treble shall yell

Hanging in the heavens on the sound supreme

So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen

So loud like a cloud with thunder and lightning

So proud to the crowd it is somewhat frightening

No calm in the storm like a beast unleashed

There's no stopping 'cause the rocking cannot cease - BREAK!



You see, its harder than hard, not one bit soft

Courageous and contagious, so you better break off

Not a coal on a roll, did you hear me cough?

Just listen while I'm dissin 'cause you're pissin me off

Cold beading is spreading all across your face

You cant take when I break it, if that's the case

I'll go on and on, and kick the bass

So back off of the cup while I take my taste

It's highly appraised when the hell is raised

So demanding and commanding that you all stand dazed

The unbelieveing receiving prophecies so true

I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you

My mighty mic control already brought his soul

The rock king is so bold when he rocks and roll

A black hat is my crown, symbolizing the sound

Signifying, we won't play around - BUST IT!



Rhyming and climbing beat making everyday

No synthesizer sound, so silence when I say

I am great, get it straight, 'cause that's my fate

My name is Run, I'm number one, thats how I rate

He's in the place, with the bass, and stylin grace

His name is Jay, he's here to play, and win this race

He's off the wall, on the ball, his name is D

Kinda tall, yes y'all, he's down with me

From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea

The word is heard as told by D

I don't sing, I bring much to light

Like a star shining bright in the darkest night

If you are cold, I'll bring you heat

Like I brought the whole world my funky beat

Mysterious is serious, I ain't no joke

Fire from the depths of hell, and you can smell the smoke

Kicking and ticking while you're having a ball

Like chicken finger-lickin I'll be flicking you all

Don't do the bird, have you heard? Did they give you a call?

Just me and DMC cold shakin the wall

There's no fearin one hearin sound of this kind

Across the land, every man is going out of his mind

On the face of the earth, spreading like disease

Contaminating, infiltrating, like a horde of bees

Lord of lyrics, dukes of discussions

Rulers of rap and kings of cold crushin'

Pullers of people, controllers of crowds

Lingering lyrics, long-lasting and loud

Left y'all, a to the left y'all

Because I rock upon the mic real def y'all

And to the right y'all, a to the right y'all

Because I rock upon the mic all night y'all



You see, I want respect if I'm correct

They're all like a ball that I have checked

And the shots they take have no effect

The punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck

Cause I rock harder, and I get farther

You want to battle D, hey please don't bother

To waste your time, messing with my rhyme

The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind