Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2Mc or Not 2Mc, artist - Declaime.
Date of issue: 25.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2Mc or Not 2Mc |
2 MC or not 2 MC |
That is the question |
Keep 'em all guessin' |
Teachin' niggas lessons |
With the mic as this tool |
The mic be the tool |
Translatin' this soul out to all of you |
Who you be? |
I be, cool ass emcee |
Get my point across sharp |
With this delivery |
This art from the heart |
Nonstop envy |
Since we off like a thief in the night |
Dealing on the ones who try |
To reduce my right to recite |
Visions of wisdom |
Poet pass the weak is how I’m livin' |
My insight allows me to reach heights unheard of |
Crate digga nigga guess you never heard of |
A cool nigga speak |
Bodies choose to get loose when I speak |
Can’t y’all sit in every section when I peep |
Hoes all in question, who we be |
I be, the D-E-C |
But I don’t go into that |
Better yet, bust with this boom bap |
Like cops out on a mission |
I’m top notch now listen, I glisten |
Like chrome and you go dippin' |
Cuz Oldie got me slippin'(slippin'. slippin'.) |
And right now I’m on some right shit |
With some shit that floats like how Mike gets |
Up and above the norm I take form |
Like clouds, reign down on all crowds |
That gather round when I get down |
First you see me now you don’t |
Catch me sleepin'? |
No you won’t |
See this music, got me twisted |
Doped up like I was lifted |
The trick is to dip heads |
Be true to who you are |
This music is fo' real |
So reach out and touch far |
Far as me, you see I pays dues |
Do what I must do to prove I move the soul |
Hip-Hop, the new and old |
Hip-Hop, the new and old |
(scratched) |
«I'm here to end flight, bring some insight, on rockin' on the mic» (2x) |
Now watch the way I move it |
Even R&B can’t groove it |
Give me your best and I’ll run through it (BZZZZ) |
Like electricity caan do it |
My mic’s blowin' up the spot |
Heavy on you when I drop |
Some shit to stop |
Fools playin' with my emotions |
Always West Coast when |
I display my way of music |
Music, god bless this music |
But see how niggas use it |
Makes me want to lose it |
Break out my strap and use it |
Drain all your inner fluids |
These scripts that I hold |
Are full of truth so use it |
In the last times and days |
Never walk that dark path |
Or you just fade away (fade away. way.) |
(scratched) |
«Hey. |
H. Hey. |
» |