Raising Hell

Kings from Queens, from Queens come kings
We're 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 won't be fazed
So what's your name?
D.M.C
The King is me
Your High-ness, or His Majesty
Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate
But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great

Dissin' all devils, causin' havoc in hell
At a very high level, base and treble shall yell
Heard in the heavens are the sounds 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 stoppin' 'cause the rockin' cannot cease
Break

You see it's 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 I'm dissin' 'cause you're pissin' me off
Cold bedding is spreading all across your face
You can't take when I break, and if that's the case
I'll go on, and on, and kick the bass
So back up off 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 unbelieving receivin' 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 won't play around, bust it

Rappin' and climbin', beat-makin' every day
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, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass
And style and grace, his name is J, he's here to play
And win this race
He's off the wall, on the ball
His name is D
Kind of 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 delight
Like a star shinin' bright in the darkest night
If you are cold, I'll bring you heat
Like I brought the whole world my funky beat
Mysterious and serious, I ain't no joke
Fire from the depths of Hell
And you can smell the smoke

Kickin' and tickin' while you're havin' a ball
Like chicken, finger lickin', I'll be vickin' you all
So do the bird, have you heard?
Did they give you a call?
Just me and D.M.C., cold shakin' the walls

There's no fearin' when hearin' sound of this kind
Across the land every man is goin' 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 discussion
Ruler of rock, your king at cold-crushin'
Puller of people, controller of crowds
Lingering lyrics long-lastin' and loud

Left, y'all, ah, to the left, y'all
Because I rock upon the mic real def, y'all
And to the right, y'all, ah, 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 pope try to dope but he broke his neck
'Cause I rock harder, and I get farther
You wanna battle D, hey, please don't bother
To waste your time, messin' with my rhyme
The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind