Two Turntables and a Mic

Lyrics

[Intro: Buckshot] Alright party people, it's about that time We want everybody, everybody off the stage You ain't supposed to be on the stage If you trip over the wire, we gon' get Smitty to beat you up Just clap your hands to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat (Uh-huh, to the beat) Just clap your hands to the beat (To the beat, c'mon) Just clap your hands to the beat Just clap your hands to the beat (What are you waiting for? Nah mean) Just clap your hands to the beat (Sit back and relax) Just clap your hands to the beat, you don't stop [Verse 1: Buckshot] 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 and can't nobody touch the flavor Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (What?) That we do whatever we gotta do God bless the buddha 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] Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) [Verse 2: Buckshot] Watch me blow your back out with the verb Herb, come test Buck and 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 colossal 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 (Why?) Just because I'm not commercialized And when I'm in your town I rock the underground, but you don't really know me 'Cause I don't got no bitches with me that's ready to blow me Half bud-ass yellin', "Have a good time" Nowadays I'd rather have a good rhyme, uh [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) [Verse 3: 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' equipment, nowadays they gettin' over Sayin' it's another form of hip-hop But get dropped with 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? Reminisce Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dissed Now what they do is this, to ruin this They put a commercial emcee in the business, huh To make a brother like me play the dugout That's that shit (That shit), no doubt [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) Two turntables and a mic (Mic) One phat emcee on the set (Set) [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, 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 Emcee, 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