Lyrics:

(Stoned Soul)
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def and it went this way
I took a test to become an MC
And Orange Krush became amazed at me
So Larry took me inside his cadillac
The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
Dave cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin' on the microphone
And then we talkin' autographs, and tears and laughs
Champagne, caviar and bubble bath, but see a

(Stoned Soul)
That's the life that I lead
And you Sucker MCs is who I please
So take-a-that-a move back, catch a heart attack
Because there's nothing in the world that Run'll ever lack
I go chill at a party, with a b-boys stance
And rock on the mic, make the girls wanna dance
Fly like a dove, and come from up above
I'm Rockin' on the mic, you can call me Run-Love

(Everlast)
I got a big long Caddy, not like a a Seville
And written right on the side, E is 'dressed to kill'
So if you see me cruisin' girl, just move a step aside
There ain't enough room, to fit you all in my ride
It's on a...a first come, first serve basis
Coolin' out girl, take you to the def places
One of a kind, and for you people's delight
And for you sucker MC, that this ain't right
Cause you're bitin' all your life, you're cheatin' on yourwife
You're walkin' round town like a hoodlum with a knife
You hangin' on the ave, you chillin' with your crew
And everybody know what you've been through

(Lordz Of Brooklyn)
A with the one two three, three to two one
My man Larry Lam, my name's DJ Run
We do it in the place, with the high's and the bass
I rock it to the rhythm, why don't you watch it on my face
Go Uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker MC, you sad faced clown
You a five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
You's a sucker MC and you're my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
You's a sucker MC, in a bad Calvin Klien
Comin' from the whitest, part of town
Tryin' to rap, but you can't get down
You don't even know your English, your verb or noun
Your just a sucker MC, you sad faced clown
So DMC, an' if you're ready
The people rockin' steady
You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Gettys

(Everlast)
I'm DMC, in the place to be
I go to Saint John's University
Ever since kindergarten, I acquired the knowledge
And after twelfth grade, I went straight to college
I'm light skinned, I live in Queens
And I love eatin' chicken and college drinks
I dress to kill, and I love the style
I'm an MC, you know, who's versatile
See I got good credit, in your regards
Got my name, not numbers, on my credit cards
I got Uptown, I come back home
For food, need my supper, and my microphone
All my rhymes, are lethal-ite
So here's another one for y'all to bite
When I rhyme, I never quit
And if I got a new rhyme, I'll just say it
Cos it takes a lot, to entertain
And sucker MCs, can be a pain
You can't rock the party with the Hip and Hop
You gotta let em know, you'll never stop
You're rhymes has to make, a lot of sense
You've gotta know when to start, when the beats come in