Raising Hell Songtext
von Run‐D.M.C.

Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
We′re raisin hell like a class
when the lunchbell 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 receiving
prophecy 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 all lasting and loud

Left y'all, ah to the left y′all
because I rock upon the mike real def y'all

And to the right y′all, ah to the right y'all
because I rock upon the mike 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 get out of is in the behind!