Two Turntables & A Mic Lyrics
| Song | Two Turntables & A Mic |
| Artist | Black Moon |
| Album | War Zone Revisited |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blake, Dewgarde, Nix | |
| "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" (x6) "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 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, 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 x4) | |
| (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 x4) | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Blake, Dewgarde, Nix | |
| " 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" x6 " 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 | |
| Hiphop 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 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, 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 budass yellin " have a good time" | |
| Nowadays I' d rather have a good rhyme | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| 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 hiphop | |
| 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 x4 | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Blake, Dewgarde, Nix | |
| " 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" x6 " 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 | |
| Hiphop 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 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, 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 budass yellin " have a good time" | |
| Nowadays I' d rather have a good rhyme | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| 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 hiphop | |
| 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 x4 | |
| 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 |
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