Dmc - s**er M.C.'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 cheers and laugh Champagne caviar, and bubble bath But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead And you s**er 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 k**' 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 s**er 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 ba** I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face Go Uptown and come down to the ground You s**er MC's, you sad-faced clown You a five-dollar boy and I'm a-million dollar man Youse a s**er MC, and you're my fan You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine Youse a s**er 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 s**er MC you sad-faced clown So D.M.C. and if you're ready The people rockin' steady You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getty [D.M.C.] I'm D.M.C. 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 skinned, I live in Queens And I love eatin chicken and collard greens I dress to k**, 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 s**er 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 commence..)