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iron solomon - sucker mc's lyrics

sucker mc’s lyrics
[intro/chorus: dmc]

sucka, sucka, sucka
sucka mc’s and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
pull they cards, i bet they bluffin’
call ’em out ’til the day they quit
don’t quote homeboys ’cause they ain’t say sh+t

sucka mc’s and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
big bad wolfs just huffin’ and puffin’
blah, blah, blah goin’ on and on
get to the point and get get get goin’

[verse 1: iron solomon]

sucker mc’s + all t++th and gums
and the fans ain’t hearing it ’cause we ain’t dumb
in the school of hip+hop my degree came from +
graduated with honors, no vh1
the way i spit conjures afeni’s son
+breaths breath into rev run’s d.j.’s lungs
i can bring biggie back, recreate pun
then i’ll send diddy’s ass onna cheasecake run
like kanyе, wayne or talib kweli
+ on stage with thе name that i got from mommy
but solomon ain’t [mr. roth or wale
corey, drake, nicki, b.o.b. or charlie?]
more like iron mike or muhammad ali
no dalai lama, mohatma ghandi
’cause i start beef, i do not want peace
if hunger strikes i’m not gone not eat

[chorus: dmc]

sucka mc’s and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
pull they cards, i bet they bluffin’
call ’em out ’til the day they quit
don’t quote homeboys ’cause they ain’t say sh+t

sucka mc’s and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
big bad wolfs just huffin’ and puffin’
blah, blah, blah goin’ on and on
get to the point and get get get goin’

[verse 2: iron solomon]

two years ago + a friend of mine +
said: “the industry + is in decline”
they ain’t innovative when they droppin rhymes
you sugar coated k!llers are not refined
candy rappers + got nothin on b
you never gonna blow you sucka emcee
dum+dummies all sweet making tootsie pop
amateurs on the beat like a rookie cop
my punch is cold, my hooks are hot
i’m good to go, too good to stop
manhattan avenues to brooklyn blocks
queens to staten to the boogie bronx
wear alotta hats my style is too clever
they starter caps and i’m the new era
sucka mc’s applies to whoever
everything they do i can do better

[chorus: dmc]

sucka mc’s and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
pull they cards, i bet they bluffin’
call ’em out ’til the day they quit
don’t quote homeboys ’cause they ain’t say sh+t

sucka mc’s and they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
big bad wolfs just huffin’ and puffin’
blah, blah, blah goin’ on and on
get to the point and get get get goin’

[verse 3: iron solomon]

my words are both holy and wicked in one
i come equipped with it hung like the clip of a gun
and when i’m hittin your hun i make her tingle like the tip of my tounge against a tobacco leaf when i’m l!cking a blunt
i give her h+ll if she’s a trick or a nun
give ’em heaven when i’m in ’em inna second she’ll come
easy as picking a plum, dirty as the d+ck of a bum
wipe your blip off of the map with a fl!ck of my thumb
i been addicted to the kick of the drum
sippin licorice liquors ’til my liver is numb
spittin like a crazed lunatic on the run
razor blades in the sp+ce between my lip and my gum
what’cha tryna do, how i’m getting it done
like the difference between a candlewick and his son
if i’m close to a mil’ or a nickel from none
i hold it down ’til my ticker is done, one!
[end.]

- iron solomon lyrics

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