Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Turntables and a Mic , by - Black Moon. Song from the album War Zone Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |