Run-d.m.c. - Sucker M. C. 's Lyrics
[run]Two years ago, a friend of mineAsked me to say some mc rhymesSo I said this rhyme Im about to sayThe rhyme was def a-then it went this wayTook a test to become an mcAnd orange krush became amazed at meSo larry put me inside, his cad-illacThe chaffeur drove off and we never came backDave cut the record down to the boneAnd now they got me rockin on the microphoneAnd then we talkin autograph, and heres the laughChampagne caviar, and bubble bathBut see ahh, ah thats the life, ah that I leadAnd you sucker mcs is who I pleaseSo take that and move back catch a heart attackBecause theres nothin in the world, that runll ever lackI cold chill at a party in a b-boy stanceAnd rock on the mic and make the girls wanna danceFly like a dove, that come from up aboveIm rockin on the mic and you can call me run-loveI got a big long caddy not like a sevilleAnd written right on the side it reads dressed to killSo if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step asideThere aint enough room to fit you all in my rideIts on a, ah first come, first serve basisCoolin out girl, take you to the def placesOne of a kind and for your peoples delightAnd for you sucker mc, you just aint rightBecause youre bitin all your life, youre cheatin on your wifeYoure walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knifeYoure hangin on the ave, chillin with the crewAnd everybody know what youve been throughAh with the one two three, three to two oneMy man larry larr, my name dj runWe do it in the place with the highs and the bassIm rockin to the rhythm wont you watch it on my faceGo uptown and come down to the groundYou sucker mcs, you bad face clownYou five dollar boy and Im a million dollar manYouse a sucker mc, and youre my fanYou try to bite lines, but rhymes are mineYouse a sucker mc in a pair of calvin kleinComin from the wackest, part of townTryin to rap up but you cant get downYou dont even know your english, your verb or nounYoure just a sucker mc you sad face clownSo d.m.c. and if youre readyThe people rockin steadyYoure drivin big cars get your gas from getti[d.m.c.]Im d.m.c. in the place to beI go to st. johns universityAnd since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledgeAnd after 12th grade I went straight to collegeIm light skinned, I live in queensAnd I love eatin chicken and collard greensI dress to kill, I love the styleIm an mc you know whos versatileSay I got good credit in your regardsGot my name not numbers on my credit cardsI go uptown, I come back homeWith who me myself and my microphoneAll my rhymes are sweet delightSo heres another one for yall to biteWhen I rhyme, I never quitAnd if I got a new rhyme Ill just say itCause it takes a lot, to entertainAnd sucker mcs can be a painYou cant rock a party with the hip in hopYou gotta let em know youll never stopThe rhymes have to make (a lot of sense)You got to know where to start (when the beats come in...)
