Black Moon

Black Moon - Two Turntables And A Mic lyrics

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Alright party people, it's about that time 

We want everybody everybody off the stage 

Who ain't supposed to be on the stage 

And you trip over the wire, we gon' get Smitty to beat you up" 

[Buckshot] 

Just clap your hands to the beat 

"Just clap your hands to the beat" (6x) "you don't stop" 

If you look at reality, I bet you can't see what I can see 

What could you see Buck, another duck 

Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck 

Now, you can keep the ball if you want 

But I'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt 

Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor 

Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (WHAT!!) 

That we do whatever we gotta do 

God bless the budda cess and my whole crew 

One thing I hate see fuck a hand 

You and your crew bite my style and you play Teddy Rucker man 

Timberland on the upper hand 

See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh 

I see for now I got to demonstrate 

Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this? 

Chorus (4x) 

Two turntables and a mic (MIC!!) 

One phat emcee on the set (SET!!) 

[Buckshot] 

Watch me blow your back out wit the verb 

Herb, come test Buck you get served 

Look, up in the air, it's a bird 

No, it's Super Nigga and look he's puffin the herb 

Sayin "chocolate do a nigga justice" 

Bust this, spark another session I'm lovin the mist 

Contact in my nostril 

Is a collosal emcee to recollect on set 

The point is, you get biz on the mic 

Like back in the days, niggas we got more like 

Shit, today it take niggas too long to recognize 

Just because I'm not commercialized 

Or when I'm in your town I rock the underground 

But you don't know me 

Cuz I don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow me 

Half bud-ass yellin "have a good time" 

Nowadays I'd rather have a good rhyme 

Chorus (4x) 

[Buckshot] 

Commercial rap get the gun clap 

Buckshot, original mack I'm takin it back 

Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer 

Carryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over 

Sayin it's another form of hip-hop 

But get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walk 

At night, whenever I stomp I can feel the hawk 

Inside of my chest, from the bless 

What I manifest is what I bring forth 

Hold up people, I'm gettin you lost, wait a minute 

Remember this? remenisce? 

Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dis 

Now what they do is this, to ruin this 

They put a commercial emcee in the business 

To make a brother like me play the dugout 

That's that shit, no doubt 

Chorus (4x) 

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missin 

Two turntables and a mic 

And one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot 

MC, DJ, this is how we do today 

Niggas can't believe how we do that 

Buckshot, BCC, representin who I be, FAP listen 

Check it out 

Buckshot, Beatminerz in the front in the back
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