Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rev Run] Two years ago, a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC 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 MC 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 talkin' autograph and cheers and laugh Champagne caviar, and bubble bath But see, ah, ah, that's the life, ah, that I lead And you sucker MCs is who I please So take that and move back, catch a heart attack Because there's nothin' 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 rockin' on the mic and you can call me Run-Love [Verse 2: Rev Run] 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 cruisin', 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 MC, you just ain't right Because you're bitin' all your life, you're cheatin' on your wife You're walkin' 'round town like a hoodlum with a knife You're hangin' on the ave, chillin' with the crew And everybody know what you've been through [Verse 3: Rev Run] A-with the one, two, three, three to two, one My man Larry Larr, my name's DJ Run We do it in the place with the highs and the bass I'm rockin' to the rhythm, won't you watch it on my face? Go uptown and come down to the ground You sucker MCs, you sad-faced clown You a five-dollar boy and I'm a-million dollar man You's a sucker MC and you're my fan You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine You's a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Kleins Comin' from the wackest part of town Tryin' to rap up, but you can't get down You don't even know your English, your verb, or noun You're just a sucker MC, you sad-faced clown So DMC, and if you're ready The people rockin' steady You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getty [Verse 4: DMC & Rev Run] 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 eatin' chicken and collard greens I dress to kill, I love the style I'm an MC, 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 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 MCs 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 where to start when the beats commence