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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