Raising Hell

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
Were raisin 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 faze him but D wont be fazed
So whats your name? DMC, the king is me
Your Highness or His Majesty
Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate
But you cant imitate DMC The Great
Dissin all devils causin havoc in hell
At a very high level, bass and treble shall yell
Hangin 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 frightenin
No calm in the storm like a beast unleashed
Theres no stoppin cause the rockin cannot cease, break!
You see its harder than hard, not one bit soft
Courageous and contagious, so you better break north
Not a cold, on a roll, did you hear me cough?
Just listen while Im dissin cause youre pissin me off
Cold bedding is spreading all across your face
You cant take when I break and if thats the case
Ill go on and on and kick the bass
So back off of the cup while I take my taste
Its highly appraised when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that youll all stand dazed
The unbelieving 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, symbolizin the sound
Signifyin, we wont play around, bust it!
Rhymin and climbin, beat makin every day
No synthesizer sound, so silence when I say
I am great, get it straight cause thats my fate
My name is Run, Im number one, thats how I rate
Hes in the place with the bass and style and grace
His name is Jay, hes here to play and win this race
Hes off the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kinda tall, yes sir, hes down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by D
I dont sing I bring much to light
Like a star shining bright in the darkest night
If you are cold Ill bring you heat
Like I brought the whole world my funky beat
Mysterious is serious, I aint no joke
Fire from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke
Kickin and tickin while youre having a ball
Like chicken finger-lickin Ill be vickin you all
Dont do the bird, have you heard? Did they give you a call?
Just me and DMC cold shakin the wall
Theres 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, spreadin like disease
Contaminating, infiltrating like a horde of bees
Lord of Lyrics, Duke of Discussions
Ruler of Rap and King of Cold Crushin
Puller of People, Controller of Crowds
Lingering lyrics, long-lasting and loud
Left yall, a to the left yall
Because I rock upon the mic real def yall
And to the right yall, a to the right yall
Because I rock upon the mic all night yall
You see, I want respect if Im correct
Theyre 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 dont bother
To waste your time, messing with my rhyme
The only kick youll get out of it is in your behind