Lyrics:

25 years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some mc rhymes
So i said the rhyme i'm about to say
The rhyme was def and then it went this way
Took a test to become an mc
Dj run said 'd, come and rhyme with me'
So i climbed inside of larry's cadillac
The caddy drove off and we never came back
The car we drove, it was the car called rap
That's the way it is and it's like that
I gotta give props to all hip hop
And i'm gonna keep rhymin 'till the day i drop

Chorus:
Just as i suspected, you can't touch me
D to the a double r y ello
You wanna know why i'm still raisin hell
And you stand corrected by dmc
I'm fine like wine
I get better with time
And all the young girls sing 'do do do do do'
Sucker mc's make history
And everybody in the streets wanna be an mc
I thank hip hop for adopting me
And helpin me get where i got to be
Some people seem to think that to be an mc
You need a closet full of clothes and iced out jewelry
Pocket full of dollars, cars in every flavor
(somethin somethin) behavior
Sorry to say that's how it was before
But people aren't goin for that no more
You gotta give a performance 'cause by now you should know
That you're givin a party not a fashion show
Oh oh oh-oh
Just as i suspected, you can't touch me
D to the a double r y ello
You wanna know why i'm still raisin hell
And you stand corrected by dmc
Yeah
Everybody wanna rap, but that's not all
But a real mc, you do not call
Cause you can't write a rhyme at a quarter to two
You need a real mc before the jam is through
Now fake @$$ rappers got (something)
You need to take a record from childhood back(?)
Just as i suspected, you can't touch me
D to the a double r y ello
You wanna know why i'm still raisin hell
And you stand corrected by dmc