Letra de Is it live

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

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

It´s the word 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 a 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

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

Well I´m dropping MC´s with just one punch
Cos it´s the baddest of the bunch, call me Capt. Crunch
Slayin MC´s, make em walk the plank
And what´s next, start to flex while I count I count my bank

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

(Cos Darryl Mac would do things like that)

Sophisticated sound not soft or sour
It´s servin you suckas, sellin dreams in the shower
It´s rockin this party hour after hour
If a girlie tried to dis (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