Intro: [run & d.m.c] The microphone master dmc Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin d down on your knees Cos i'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin all mc's Verse one: [run] Connect, eject, and collect respect Get down to the sound cos i come correct So when i write don't bite and i might check And if i find your behind i'll break your neck Mr. world rhymin' rapper ready to have fun You'll reason with the rekkid cos it's made by run It's def, you was left in a total stun So bust a move while i prove who's number one Got quality and sk** both beyond belief Do i steal? be for real, i'm not a thief Dictator and hater of those that beef That's right i can fight and i'm the chief Verse two: [dmc] People in the place don't put d down I'm the microphone master the best around There's not too many of my type And all rap titles i will swipe You'll see me talkin to a girl A sweet young thing with jheri curls I never ever wore a braid Got the peasiest hair and still get paid [run] Well i'm dropping mc's with just one punch Cos it's the baddest of the bunch so call me capt. crunch Slayin mc's, make em walk the plank And what's next, start the decks while i count i count my bank [dmc] And i'm the wizard