Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Turntables and a Mic, artist - Black Moon. Album song War Zone Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Two Turntables and a Mic |
«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"(x6) «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 x4) |
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 x4) |
(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 x4) |
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 |