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(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 sad 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 come in...) |
