Roots, Rap, Reggae

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 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 here's the laugh

Champagne caviar, and bubble bath

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

And you sucker MC's is who I beat

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 want to 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 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

Ah, 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 MC, you bad face clown

You 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 face clown

So DMC, and if you're ready, the people rockin' steady

You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getti

I'm DMC in the place to be

I go to St. John's University

And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge

And after twelfth 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)