DMC I open doors takin pours doin tours i come again, be runnin up in the sukas I be runnin dem feindish, dj run'll be comin and gettin feindish, I tap your and my it serves a mean dish
I've got my mike in my hand and my to come, official dj rapper as dj run, all of ya sucka rappers you dissed my son, I went behind the insta freeze I ya numb,
RUN PUMP PUMP I scream on you talkin soft, PUMP PUMP run your round the track and it off,
So check for me a weapon or even steppin to my foes even those of are usually drivin seperate rows broken nose from blows from when you rap when i pounce on my foes I swing an ep and just BOUNCE!!
DMC My is DMC, the one ya know, the all great gonna steal the show, I put the mike, my hand, and the funky rythym all across the land, I'm blowin your mind, the i flow, I hit you with the rhythim and give me dough, I'm your mind, the one of a kind, I wid tha digits when I rock my rhyme, I bust a vien, my brain, I came wid da and I claim the fame, 'm to the core, rickit and roar, my rhymes break more when i'm breakin door, it l style cause I stick a still rock take a a chill knock I got the killa pounce, frown yall sicken yall up or down, I ya suckas out cause i make a sucka BOUNCE!!
I got no time for the I'm the kind to rhyme, is no sign of my mind slippin off tha line, and if you find of the dime that I behind, I fast with my cash, I must rewind
Easy does it run I do it fluent vocabulary, vocal be makin come to it in a have you berry, often run'll run a boston confuse ya lose ya all shook up in a sauce pan i stir ya ya all shake it cause I'm diesel drop hip-hop and then pop goes the weasel comin and runnin I seeka deli for my takin my lyrics at first they hear it they sing them
I take a sucka then do him the head and screw him i chew him and i do him and then I step it to him it's a dilly operation I ruin all those I'm I pursue em and then ruin and do em you come too em JUST BOUNCE