Run D.M.C. - s**er M.C.'s (Live) lyrics

[Note: also on the "Graffiti Rock And Other Hip Hop Delights" DVD] Word.. [*crowd goes nuts*] HUAGH! [Run-DMC] Say HOOOOOOOOOO ("HOOOOOOOOO!") Say HO-HO! ("HO-HO!!") Say HO-HO-HO! ("HO-HO-HO!" Now SCREEEEEEEEEEAM (*crowd screams wildly*) [Run] Two years ago, a friend of mine Asked me to sing some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was Def, Jam Master Jay! Took a test to become an MC And Orange Krush became amazed at me So Larry put me inside, his Cad-illac You see the chaffeur drove off, 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 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 Rock on the mic and make the girl wanna dance Fly like a Dove, that come from up above I'm rockin on the mic, and you can call me Run-Love Yo D, they don't seem to know uh...what's my name? (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, 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, hu-HA! (one, two) Ah with the one two three, three to two one My man D.M.C., my name DJ Run We do it in the place with the highs and the ba** Rock 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 bad face clown Five dollar boy and it's 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 face clown So D.M.C. and if you're ready, the people rockin steady You're grubbin' collard greens and I'm grubbin' spa-ghetti [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 (D!) I'm light skinned, from Hollis, Queens And I love eatin frank and pork 'n beans I dress to chilll, I love the style I'm an MC you know who's worth your while 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 'n 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..") [*crowd cheers*] [host] Yo... Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C You y'all rocked it...alright...