Black Moon

"Alright party people, its about that time
We want everybody everybody off the stage
Who aint 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 dont stop"
If you look at reality, I bet you cant 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 Im gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt
Hip-hop rules, cant 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, its a bird
No, its Super Nigga and look hes puffin the herb
Sayin "chocolate do a nigga justice"
Bust this, spark another session Im 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 Im not commercialized
Or when Im in your town I rock the underground
But you dont know me
Cuz I dont got no bitches wit me thats ready to blow me
Half bud-ass yellin "have a good time"
Nowadays Id rather have a good rhyme
[Chorus x4]
[Buckshot]
Commercial rap get the gun clap
Buckshot, original mack Im takin it back
Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer
Carryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over
Sayin its 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, Im 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
Thats that shit, no doubt
[Chorus x4]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, thats 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 cant believe how we do that
Buckshot, BCC, representin who I be, FAP listen
Check it out
Buckshot, Beatminerz in the front in the back
[ Two Turntables & A Mic Lyrics ]