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" (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