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Two years ago a friend of mine |
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Asked me to say some emcee rhymes |
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So I said this rhyme I'm about to say, |
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The rhyme was Def and it went this way |
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Took a test to become an emcee |
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And Orange Krush became amazed at me |
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So Larry put me inside his Cadillac, |
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The chauffeur 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're talking autographs, years of laughs, |
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Champagne, caviar, and bubble baths |
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You see, that's the life that I lead, and |
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You sucker MC, this is who I be |
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So take that and move back, catch a heart attack |
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Because there's nothing in the world, that Run will ever lack |
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I cold chill at a party in a be -boy's stance, |
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And rock on the mike and make the girls want to dance |
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Fly like a dove, they come from up above, |
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I'm rockin on the mike 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 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 emcee, 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 emcee's, you sad face clown |
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You're a five-dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man |
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You're a sucker emcee, and you're my fan |
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You try to bite rhymes, all lines are mine |
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You're a sucker emcee in a pair of Calvin Kleins |
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Comin' from the wackest part of town, |
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Tryin to rap but you can't get down |
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You don't even know your English, your verbs or noun |
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You're just a sucker emcee you sad-faced clown |
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So DMC if you're ready, the people rockin' steady |
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You're drivin big cars, get your gas from Getty |
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I'm DMC in the place to be, I go to St. John's University |
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And since kindergarten 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 to style |
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I'm the emcee 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 street delight |
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So here's another one for why'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 emcee's can be a pain |
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You can't rock a party with a hip and a 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 when to start (when the beats commence... |
