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

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 and then it went this way

Took a test tube, become an MC

And Orange Krush became amazed at me

So Larry put me inside his Cadillac

The chauffeur drove off, then we never came back

Dave cut the record down to the bone

And now they got me rockin' on the microphone

And then we're talkin' autographs, and years and laughs

Champagne and caviar, and bubble baths

You see, uh, uh that's the life

That I lead, and you sucker MC, this is who I be

So take that and move back, catch a heart attack

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

I cold chill at a party in a b-boy's stance

And rock on the mic, make the girls wanna dance

Fly like a dove, they come from up above

I'm rockin' on the mic, 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', girl, 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, I'll take you the Def places

One of a kind, and for your people's delight

And for your sucker MCs, you just ain't right

Because you're bitin' all your life, you're cheatin' on your wife

You walkin' 'round town like a hoodlum with a knife

You hangin' on the ave, you chillin' with the crew

And everybody knows what you been through

Oh, with a 1-2-3, 3 to 2, 1

My man Larry Larr, my name's DJ Run

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

I'm rockin' to the rhythm, want you watch it on my face

Go uptown and come down to the ground

You sucker MC, you sad-faced clown

You're $5 boy and I'm a million dollar man

You's a sucker MC, and you're my fan

You try to bite rhymes, all lines are mine

You's a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein's

Comin' from the wackest part of town

Tryin' to rap, 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 drive a big car, 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 skin, 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

See, I got good credit in your regards

Got my name, not numbers, on my credit cards

I go uptown, I go back home

With who? Me, myself and my microphone

All my rhymes are sweet delight

So here's another one for your delight

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 and hop

You gotta let 'em know you'll never stop

The rhymes have to make (A lot of sense)

You gotta know when to start (When the beats commence)