2 Shots From A Nine

Lyrics

[Verse One: Modenine] I'm doing this just for the love, then for the green Then for my peops, 'cause Mode is an underground fiend Comfortably in baseball caps, tee-shirts and baggy jeans Now, watch me take your spots like pimple cream Block my light beam, I leave your black eyes like white bean Stop that soft shit like Flagil and tetracycline You're boring like Big Brother without the shower scenes I drop lyrics like Visine, namean? I give a hoot and you can get the Tim boot Now skydive off a high rise without a parachute Quit talking ghetto fab when you got no loot You, a son of a gun? I bet you can't shoot We lick two shots from a nine only from the vocal booth I speak the truth and this is living proof I make the rest wack I be the best at, no need confess that I bring the stress black Aiming for your crest, your vest best be where your chest at [Hook: Modenine] Two shots from a nine Two shots from a nine From a nine Cypher divine, cypher divine Two shots from a nine Two shots from a nine From a nine Cypher divine, cypher divine [Verse Two: 2 Shotz] Well, I was born to spitting on this mic with simplicity My ability, I rhyme with agility [?], I make this fat like obesity Attacking all the areas even your vicinity You're feeling me rock zones, bones I crack And whichever, however I'm taking over my adversity Remain skin tight like your girlfriend's virginity Rhyme criminal, physical in proximity The Foremen I represent-a You better be proving you to me you're that real emcee if yours is better 'Cause I take it [?] and deliver back to who's iller Yo if Jay-Z hears this, he'd leave Roc-a-Fella I flow with speed to confuse Keanu Reeves And like Mariah, I can carry you to overseas So word it B, I'm spreading like a bad disease 2 Shotz, the brother with the lyrical expertise [Hook: Modenine] Two shots from a nine Two shots from a nine From a nine Cypher divine, cypher divine Two shots from a nine Two shots from a nine From a nine Cypher divine, cypher divine [Verse Three]: [2 Shotz] I break it down and give it to you raw Incase you wanna battle, then prepare for the war I manipulate my metaphysical source and power My metaphor could hold your breath at least half an hour And continuously duplicate my rhymes on your lips To get you elementary rappers in the mix And for real, I'm hanging 'round The Foremen and Trybe And everyday the earth spins, we trying to stay alive [Modenine] Anyone rush, get the bum rush Heads severed, with lyrics tough enough to wreck ships Tougher than leather Tougher than spies never breaking off the pressure screaming, "Never!" I'mma pluck your chicken feather, stick you like some shish kebab [?], black angry man with a list of a Lotta rappers who I'll just have to walk on like Christopher Without a pistola, spitting rapid rounds of fire For rapping rubbish, I'm wrapping your mouths with barbed wire [Hook till Fade]