Sucker M.C.'s (Krush-Groove 1)

Two years ago, a friend of mine

Asked me to say some M.C. rhymes

So I said this rhyme I'm about to say

The rhyme was def, a-then it went this way

Took a test to become an M.C.

And Orange Krush became amazed at me

So Larry put me inside his Cadillac

The chauffeur drove off and we never came back

Dave cut the record down to the bone

And now they got me rockin' on the microphone

And then we talk, an autograph, we cheers and laugh

Champagne, caviar, and bubble bath

But see, ah, ah that's the life, ah that I lead

And you sucker M.C.'s is who I please

So take that and move back, catch a heart attack

Because there's nothing in the world that Run'll ever lack

I cold chill at a party, in a B-boy stance

And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance

Fly like a dove that come from up above

I'm rocking on the mic and you can call me Run-Love

I got a big, long Caddy, not like a Seville

And written right on the side, it reads, "Dressed to Kill"

So if you see me cruising, girls, just a-move or step aside

There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride

It's on a, a first come, first serve basis

Coolin', out girl, take you to the def places

One of a kind and for your people's delight

And for you sucker M.C.'s, you just ain't right

Because you're biting all your life, you're cheating on your wife

You're walking 'round town like a hoodlum with a knife

You're hanging on the ave, you're chilling with the crew

And everybody knowing what you've been through

A-with the one, two, three, three to two, one

My man Larry Larr, my name's D.J. Run

We do it in the place with the highs and the bass

I'm rocking to the rhythm, won't you watch it on my face?

Go uptown and come down to the ground

You sucker M.C.'s, you sad-faced clown

You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man

You's a sucker M.C. and you're my fan

You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine

You's a sucker M.C. in a pair of Calvin Kleins

Comin' from the wackest part of town

Tryin' to rap, a-but you can't get down

You don't even know your English, your verb or noun

You're just a sucker M.C., you sad-faced clown

So DMC, and if you're ready

The people rocking steady

You're driving big cars, get your gas from Getty

I'm DMC in the place to be

I go to St. John's University

And since kindergarten, I acquired the knowledge

And after 12th grade, I went straight to college

I'm light-skinned, I live in Queens

And I love eating chicken and collard greens

I dress to kill, I love the style

I'm an M.C. you know, who's versatile

Say I got good credit in your regards

Got my name, not numbers, on my credit cards

I go uptown, I come back home

With who? Me, myself, and my microphone

All my rhymes are a sweet delight

So here's another one for y'all to bite

When I rhyme, I never quit

And if I got a new rhyme, I'll just say it

'Cause it takes a lot to entertain

And sucker M.C.'s can be a pain

You can't rock a party with the hip in hop

You gotta let 'em know you'll never stop

The rhymes have to make

A lot of sense

You got to know when to start

When the beats commence