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Run-D.M.C. - Peter Piper lyrics
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunchbell rings The king will be praying the hell will be raisin' S s s something tryin' to favour but it won't be failed But what's your name DMC the king is me You're ha! miss on his majesty Now kickin' the base ci ci ci concentrate But you can't entertain DMC's the great Dissin' all the devils brought in hotter than hell Our very high level base the devils shall yell Hotter than the hell is our sound supreme So clear the the ear it is sometimes seen So loud like a cloud with thunder and lightning So proud to the crowd and it's somewhat frightening And a cloud in a storm like it's this at least Take a stopping cause I'm rockin' can I see 'is Break You see it's harder than hard that one kid song Corageous and contageous so you better break off Now I call on a road did you hear me call Just listen what I'm dissing cause you're pissin' me off Cold bedding is spreading all across your face You can take when I'm rapping and that's the case I go on and on and kick the bass So back up overcome when I take my taste It's like a praise when the hell is raised So demeaning and commiting that you all stand dazed The unbelieving reseeing provecy's so true I got the head of the devil and I'm showing at you My mighty mic control already brought his soul The right king is a bowe when he rocksnroll A black cat is my rap simulizing a sag In the fire we're walkin' around Bustin' Rappin' and climbin' keep makin' every day No sympathize the sound so it sounds when I say I'm great gimme |
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