Black Moon

Two Turntables And A Mic

Black Moon


"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