Dmc Run Sucker Mc`s Lyrics

Sucker Mc`s Lyrics

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 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