[Verse 1: Rev Run]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def, a-then it went this way
Took a test to become an MC
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 talkin' autograph and cheers and laugh
Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
But see, ah, ah, that's the life, ah, that I lead
And you sucker MCs 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
And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance
Fly like a dove that come from up above
I'm rockin' on the mic and you can call me Run-Love

[Verse 2: Rev Run]
I got a big long Caddy, not like a Seville
And written right on the side, it reads, "Dressed to Kill"
So if you see me cruisin', girls, just a-move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride
It's on a, a 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 sucker 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
[Verse 3: Rev Run]
A-with the one, two, three, three to two, one
My man Larry Larr, my name's DJ Run
We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
I'm rockin' to the rhythm, won't you watch it on my face?
Go uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker MCs, you sad-faced clown
You a five-dollar boy and I'm a-million dollar man
You's a sucker MC and you're my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
You's a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Kleins
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 sucker MC, you sad-faced clown
So DMC, and if you're ready
The people rockin' steady
You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getty

[Verse 4: DMC & Rev Run]
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 kill, I love the style
I'm an MC, 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 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 sucker MCs can be a pain
You can't rock a party with the hip in 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