Sucker MC’s

Lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: DMC] Sucka, sucka, sucka Sucka MC's and they ain't sayin' nothin' Pull they cards, I bet they bluffin' Call 'em out 'til the day they quit Don't quote homeboys 'cause they ain't say shit Sucka MC's and they ain't sayin' nothin' Big bad wolfs just huffin' and puffin' Blah, blah, blah goin' on and on Get to the point and get get get goin' [Verse 1: Iron Solomon] Sucker MC's - all teeth and gums And the fans ain't hearing it 'cause we ain't dumb In the school of Hip-Hop my degree came from - Graduated with honors, no VH1 The way I spit conjures Afeni's son -Breaths breath into Rev Run's D.J.'s lungs I can bring Biggie back, recreate Pun Then I'll send Diddy's ass onna cheasecake run Like Kanyе, Wayne or Talib Kweli - on stage with thе name that I got from Mommy But Solomon ain't [Mr. Roth or Wale Corey, Drake, Nicki, B.o.B. or Charlie?] More like Iron Mike or Muhammad Ali No Dalai Lama, Mohatma Ghandi 'Cause I start beef, I do not want peace If hunger strikes I'm not gone not eat [Chorus: DMC] Sucka MC's and they ain't sayin' nothin' Pull they cards, I bet they bluffin' Call 'em out 'til the day they quit Don't quote homeboys 'cause they ain't say shit Sucka MC's and they ain't sayin' nothin' Big bad wolfs just huffin' and puffin' Blah, blah, blah goin' on and on Get to the point and get get get goin' [Verse 2: Iron Solomon] Two years ago - a friend of mine - Said: "The industry - is in decline" They ain't innovative when they droppin rhymes You sugar coated killers are not refined Candy rappers - got nothin on B You never gonna blow you sucka emcee Dum-dummies all sweet making Tootsie pop Amateurs on the beat like a rookie cop My punch is cold, my hooks are hot I'm good to go, too good to stop Manhattan avenues to Brooklyn blocks Queens to Staten to the Boogie Bronx Wear alotta hats my style is too clever They Starter caps and I'm the New Era Sucka MC's applies to whoever Everything they do I can do better [Chorus: DMC] Sucka MC's and they ain't sayin' nothin' Pull they cards, I bet they bluffin' Call 'em out 'til the day they quit Don't quote homeboys 'cause they ain't say shit Sucka MC's and they ain't sayin' nothin' Big bad wolfs just huffin' and puffin' Blah, blah, blah goin' on and on Get to the point and get get get goin' [Verse 3: Iron Solomon] My words are both holy and wicked in one I come equipped with it hung like the clip of a gun And when I'm hittin your hun I make her tingle like the tip of my tounge against a tobacco leaf when I'm licking a blunt I give her hell if she's a trick or a nun Give 'em heaven when I'm in 'em inna second she'll come Easy as picking a plum, dirty as the dick of a bum Wipe your blip off of the map with a flick of my thumb I been addicted to the kick of the drum Sippin licorice liquors 'til my liver is numb Spittin like a crazed lunatic on the run Razor blades in the space between my lip and my gum What'cha tryna do, how I'm getting it done Like the difference between a candlewick and his son If I'm close to a mil' or a nickel from none I hold it down 'til my ticker is done, One! [End.]