Run D.M.C. - s**er M.C.'s (Krush-Groove 1) lyrics

Two years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some emcee rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was Def and it went this way Took a test to become an emcee And Orange Krush became amazed at me So Larry put me inside his Cadillac The chauffeur 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're talking autographs, years of laughs Champagne, caviar, and bubble baths You see, that's the life that I lead, and You s**er 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 be -boy's stance And rock on the mike and make the girls want to dance Fly like a dove, they come from up above I'm rockin on the mike 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 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 emcee, 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 emcee's, you sad face clown You're a five-dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man You're a s**er emcee, and you're my fan You try to bite rhymes, all lines are mine You're a s**er emcee in a pair of Calvin Kleins Comin' from the wackest part of town Tryin to rap but you can't get down You don't even know your English, your verbs or noun You're just a s**er emcee you sad-faced clown So DMC if you're ready, the people rockin' steady You're drivin big cars, 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 skinned, I live in Queens And I love eatin chicken and collard greens I dress to k**, I love to style I'm the emcee 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 street delight So here's another one for why'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 emcee's can be a pain You can't rock a party with a hip and a hop You gotta let em know you'll never stop The rhymes have to make a lot of sense You got to know when to start (when the beats commence...