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 Cad-illac   The chaffeur 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 here's the laugh   Champagne caviar, and bubble bath   But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead   And you sucker MC's 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      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, ah 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      Ah with the one two three, three to two one   My man Larry Larr, my name 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 MC's, you bad face clown   You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man   Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan   You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine   Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein   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 face clown   So D.M.C. and if you're ready   The people rockin steady   You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getti      [D.M.C.]   I'm D.M.C. in the place to be   I go to St. John's University   And since kinde-garten 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 MC'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 where to start (when the beats come in...)