Day 26

Kingz of Queens

January 25th, 2012


3 Comments

  1. Starrfoxx says:

    Was that guy hurt in the boxing ring? Huge nose, huge head. Maybe he has a third arm to push that button we saw a few pictures ago?

  2. Craig (From NC) says:

    I’m the king of rock, there is none higher
    Sucker MC’s should call me sire
    To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
    I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire
    Now we rock the party and come correct
    All cuts are on time and rhymes connect
    Got the right to vote and will elect
    And other rappers can’t stand us, but give us respect
    They called us ill, we’re gettin iller,
    There’s no one chiller
    It’s not Michael Jackson and this is not “Thriller”
    I’m one def rapper, I know I can hang
    I’m Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang
    Roll to the rock, rock to the roll
    DMC stands for devestating mic control
    You can’t touch me with a ten foot pole
    And I even made the devil sell me his soul
    Now we crash through walls, cut through floors
    Bust through ceilings and knock down doors
    And when we’re on the tape, we’re fresh out the box
    You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks
    For every living person we’re a verbal treat
    It’s me and DMC, Jay where’s the beat?
    Now we’re the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool
    I’m DMC, I rock and roll, I’m DJ Run, I rock and rule
    It’s not a Trick or Treat and it’s not a April Fool
    It’s all brand new, never ever old school
    You’ve got the music in your body and you can’t comprehend
    When your mind won’t wiggle and your knees won’t bend
    Music ain’t nothin but a people’s jam
    It’s DJ Run, DMC rockin without a band
    Now I walked on ice and never fell
    I spend my time in a plush hotel
    I stood on many stages, held many mics
    Take airplane flights, at huge heights
    So all you sucker MC’s, you gotta say please
    Cause when he jumps high, I’m pulling down weeds
    Got a song so strong, it’s knocking down trees
    Is it hard to believe it’s Run-DMC
    I am from, around the way
    And Run goes to school, every day
    And Jay plays the records he has to play
    And we get down with no delay, HEY!
    I rock the party with the words I speak
    And Run says the rhymes that are unique
    And Jay cuts the records every day of the week
    And we are the crew that can never be beat
    So don’t try to diss me, try to be my friend
    Cause if you do, you’ll get yours in the end
    The rhymes we say, shall set a trend
    Because a devestating rap is what we send
    Every jam we play, we break two needles
    There’s three of us but we’re not the Beatles
    My name is Darryl, you can call him D
    You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC
    People always ask, “DMC, what does it mean?”
    D’s for never dirty, MC for mostly clean
    Like we said before, we rock hardcore
    I’m DJ Run, I can scratch. I’m DMC, I can draw
    And now we got the knack, to attract
    Our rhyme’s an aphrodisiac
    We’ll reign on your brain and rock your knot
    When it comes to rock, give it all we got
    To be MC’s, we got what it takes
    Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
    We’re cool cool cats, it’s like that
    That’s the way it is, so stay the hell back
    We’re causin’ hard times, for sucker MC’s
    Cause they don’t make no songs like these
    PERIOD!

    WERD UP! RIP JMJ!

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