[Run]
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Two years ago, a friend of mine
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Asked me to say some MC rhymes
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So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
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The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way
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Took a test to become an MC
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And Orange Krush became amazed at me
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So Larry put me inside, his Cad-illac
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The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
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Dave cut the record down to the bone
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And now they got me rockin on the microphone
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And then we talkin autograph, and here's the laugh
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Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
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But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead
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And you sucker MC's is who I please
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So take that and move back catch a heart attack
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Because there's nothin in the world, that Run'll ever lack
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I cold chill at a party in a b-boy stance
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And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance
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Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
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I'm rockin on the mic and you can call me Run-Love
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I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
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And written right on the side it reads 'Dressed to Kill'
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So if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step aside
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There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride
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it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
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Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
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One of a kind and for your people's delight
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And for you sucker MC, you just ain't right
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Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife
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You're walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife
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You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew
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And everybody know what you've been through
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Ah with the one two three, three to two one
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My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run
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We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
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I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face
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Go Uptown and come down to the ground
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You sucker MC's, you bad face clown
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You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
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Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan
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You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
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Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein
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Comin from the wackest, part of town
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Tryin to rap up but you can't get down
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You don't even know your english, your verb or noun
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You're just a sucker MC you sad face clown
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So D.M.C. and if you're ready
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The people rockin steady
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You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getti
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[D.M.C.]
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I'm D.M.C. in the place to be
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I go to St. John's University
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And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge
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And after 12th grade I went straight to college
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I'm light skinned, I live in Queens
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And I love eatin chicken and collard greens
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I dress to kill, I love the style
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I'm an MC you know who's versatile
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Say I got good credit in your regards
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Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
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I go Uptown, I come back home
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with who me myself and my microphone
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All my rhymes are sweet delight
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So here's another one for y'all to bite
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When I rhyme, I never quit
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And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it
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Cause it takes a lot, to entertain
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And sucker MC's can be a pain
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You can't rock a party with the hip in hop
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You gotta let em know you'll never stop
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The rhymes have to make (a lot of sense)
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You got to know where to start (when the beats commence..)
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Sucker M.C.'s
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Run-DMC |