| Well, I rehearsed for the verse and I’m number one |
| Not the best, not the worst, 'cause my name is Run |
| And I’m second 'cause I wreck it, that you want to see |
| An emcee like D, inside the place to be |
| And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay |
| I’m Run the A, D the Deuce and Jay’s the Tre' |
| I’m the rapper of the year and this the year of the rap |
| And I’m never drinkin' beer, it’s champagne at the tap |
| And I’m cold makin' money on a regular basis |
| Pullin' out, knockin' sucker MC faces |
| Travel round the world with my mind at ease |
| No Calvin Klein, just wearin' Lee’s |
| Got credit in countries I’ve never been |
| 'Cause the records I write are in the top ten |
| The top of the chart, is where I stay |
| But I also chill, around the way |
| In Hollis, Queens, is where I stop |
| On the streets with the beats is where I walk |
| When I perform, many hearts I warm |
| I’m better known, as the Quiet Storm |
| I don’t talk too much but I got beef |
| When I kill MC’s, I 'cause grief |
| Devestatin' mic control is my main goal |
| My name is Darryl, and his name is, Joe |
| The Master of music his name is Jay |
| Leave us alone, and let us play |
| We give it up, and turn it loose |
| We’re not like Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose |
| Sucker MC’s like punks who are pickin' flowers |
| Go for yours, we went for ours |
| Start at 3, end at 6, Jam Master Jay is on the mix |
| For all the young ladies and all the chicks |
| We got all of the girls, on our tips |
| Don’t buy gold lighters, only Bic’s |
| Rock all microphones, just for kicks |
| Sucker MC’s I will be snuffin' |
| In my pocket I’ll keep on stuffin' |
| When I say I’ll beat em up I won’t be bluffin' |
| They can’t beef cause that ain’t nothin' |
| But it don’t matter, my pocket gets fatter |
| I got more hats than the Mad Hatter |
| Well, I’m the rapper with the mic, drive a Caddy not a bike |
| Drop a rhyme in your face, and you’ll damn sure like |
| He’s an MC with the rhyme know the day and the time |
| Never ever goin' low, 'cause he only climb |
| And Jay’s the DJ with the cut, move your arm and your butt |
| So D take the mic, huh hah |
| Say what? I will not stop, I will not quit |
| Because some at the top but I’m on the tip |
| That’s as high on the top as you can get |
| And you best believe, I’ll be on it |
| So before you decide, to try me out |
| I’m gonna let you all know what I’m all about |
| I’m a fresh MC, who’s on his way |
| To be an MC with the most to say |
| And to all those out there, that don’t know me |
| I go by the name of D. M. C. |
| In the place to be, I will MC |
| The Master of the Ceremony 'cause it’s easy to D |
| Control of the mic, is so devestatin' |
| That all other rappers you will soon be hatin' |
| No matter what race, creed or color |
| When we pull forward things don’t get duller |