Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2Mc or Not 2Mc , by - Declaime. Release date: 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. |
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