The microphone master DMC

Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties

You'll be praisin D down on your knees

Causes I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin all MC's Connect, eject, and collect respect

Get down to the sound cause 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

It's the royal rhymin' rapper, ready to have fun

You'll reason with the record 'cause 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 a 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 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 geri curls

I never ever wore a braid

Got the peasiest hair and still get paid

Well I'm dropping MC's with just one punch

Cause it's the baddest of the bunch, call me Capt. Crunch

Slayin MC's, make em walk the plank

And what's next, start to flex while I count I count my bank

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 cause you talk ***

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

Is It Live

(Cause Darryl Mac would do things like that) Sophisticated sound not soft or sour

It's servin you suckas, sellin dreams in the shower

It's rockin this party hour after hour

If a girlie tried to *** 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