[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 skill 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 of words, the ruler of rap
Not soft, not a sucka, could never be a sap
You might get jacked cos you talk crap
When I bust my rap they all step back
I`m paid on stage, Run`s on my left
On his right, on the mic, I recite I`m def
Because every performer is only a goner
Keep all sissy soft suckas off my corner
[Scratch: LL Cool J Is it live?]
Cos Darryl Mac will do things like that...
[Verse Three:]
[Run]
The sophisticated sound, not soft or sour
It`s servin you suckas, sellin dreams in the shower
It`s rockin this party hour, hour after hour
If a girlie tried to diss this (What`s up with that?)
I won`t allow her
Cool chief rapper, I see a girl I tap her
Then I take her on the floor, she don`t dance, I slap her
The girl starts to cry and the crowd asks me why
If Run says dance you do or die!
