The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You'll be praisin' D down on your knees
'Cuz I'm poppin' and droppin', stoppin' all MC's

Connect, eject, and collect respect
Get down to the sound 'cuz 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 'cuz 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

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 ***les 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

Well, I'm dropping MC's with just one punch
'Cuz 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 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 'cuz 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

Is it, is it, is it live?
Is it, is it, is it live?
Live, is it, is it live? Is it, is it live? Is it live?
'Cuz Darryl Mac will do things like that

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