The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
Youll be praisin D down on your knees
Cos Im poppin, and droppin, stoppin all MCs
Connect, eject, and collect respect
Get down to the sound cos I come correct
So when I write dont bite and I might check
And if I find your behind Ill break your neck
Mr. World Rhymin Rapper ready to have fun
Youll reason with the rekkid cos its made by Run
Its def, you was left in a total stun
So bust a move while I prove whos number one
Got quality and skill both beyond belief
Do I steal? Be for real, Im not a thief
Dictator and hater of those that beef
Thats right I can fight and Im the chief
People in the place dont put D down
Im the microphone master the best around
Theres not too many of my type
And all rap titles I will swipe
Youll 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
Well Im dropping MCs with just one punch
Cos its the baddest of the bunch so call me Capt. Crunch
Slayin MCs, make em walk the plank
And whats next, start the decks while I count I count my bank
And Im 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
Im paid on stage, Runs on my left
On his right, on the mic, I recite Im def
Because every performer is only a goner
Keep all sissy soft suckas off my corner
Cos Darryl Mac will do things like that...
The sophisticated sound, not soft or sour
Its servin you suckas, sellin dreams in the shower
Its rockin this party hour, hour after hour
If a girlie tried to diss this (Whats up with that?)
I wont allow her
Cool chief rapper, I see a girl I tap her
Then I take her on the floor, she dont dance, I slap her
The girl starts to cry and the crowd asks me why
If Run says "dance" you do or die!
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