Sucker Mc's - Run Dmc Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

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...)