Lyric Is It Live
[Intro:]
[Run & D.M.C]
The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You ll be praisin D down on your knees
Cos I m poppin, and droppin, stoppin all MC s
[Verse One:]
[Run]
Connect, eject, and collect respect
Get down to the sound cos 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 cos 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
[Verse Two:]
[DMC]
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 jheri curls
I never ever wore a braid
Got the peasiest hair and still get paid
[Run]
Well I m dropping MC s with just one punch
Cos 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 I count my bank
[DMC]
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 cos 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
[Scratch: LL Cool J "Is it live?"]
Cos Darryl Mac will do things like that...
[Verse Three:]
[Run]
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!
[Run & D.M.C]
The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You ll be praisin D down on your knees
Cos I m poppin, and droppin, stoppin all MC s
[Verse One:]
[Run]
Connect, eject, and collect respect
Get down to the sound cos 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 cos 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
[Verse Two:]
[DMC]
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 jheri curls
I never ever wore a braid
Got the peasiest hair and still get paid
[Run]
Well I m dropping MC s with just one punch
Cos 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 I count my bank
[DMC]
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 cos 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
[Scratch: LL Cool J "Is it live?"]
Cos Darryl Mac will do things like that...
[Verse Three:]
[Run]
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!
