Lyrics Sucker M.C.'s (Krush-Groove 1) - Run-DMC
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
chaffeur
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
here's
the
laugh
Champagne,
caviar,
and
bubble
bath
But
see
ah,
ah
that's
the
life,
ah
that
I
lead
And
you
sucker
MC's
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
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,
ah
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
Ah,
with
the
one
two
three,
three
to
two
one
My
man
Larry
Larr,
my
name
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
MC's,
you
bad
face
clown
You
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
Klein
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
face
clown
So
D.M.C.
and
if
you're
ready
The
people
rockin'
steady
You're
drivin'
big
cars
get
your
gas
from
Getti
I'm
D.M.C.
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
MC's
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)
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