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[Chorus:]
2 MC or not 2 MC That is the question Keep 'em all guessin' Teachin' niggas lessons With the mic as this tool The mic be the tool Translatin' this soul out to all of you [x2] Who you be? I be, cool ass emcee Get my point across sharp With this delivery This art from the heart Nonstop envy Since we off like a thief in the night Dealing on the ones who try To re-lose my right to recite Visions of wisdom Pull it past the weak is how I'm livin' My insight allows me to reach heights unheard of Crate digga niggas, guess you never heard of A cool nigga speak Bodies choose to get loose when I speak Can't y'all sit in every section when I peep Hoes all in question, who we be I be, the D-E-C.. But I don't go into that Better yet, bust with this boom bap Like cops out on a mission I'm top notch now listen I glisten Like chrome and you go dippin' Cuz Oldie got me slippin'(slippin'.. slippin'.. ) [Chorus x1] And right now I'm on some right shit With some shit that floats like how Mike gets Up and above the norm I take form Like clouds Reign down on all crowds That gather round when I get down First you see me now you don't Catch me sleepin'? No you won't See this music, got me twisted Doped up like I was lifted The trick is to dip heads Be true to who you are This music is f'real So reach out and touch far Far as me, you see I pays dues Do what I must do to prove I move the soul Hip-Hop, the new and old Hip-Hop, the new and old [Chorus x1] [scratched] "I'm here to ?end flight?, bring some insight, on rockin' on the mic" [x2] Now watch the way I move it Even R&B can't groove it Give me your best and I'll run through it (BZZZZ) Like electricity ?Caan? do it My mic's blowin' up the spot Heavy on you when I drop Some shit to stop Fools playin' with my emotions Always West Coast I display my way of music Music, god bless this music But see how niggas use it Makes me want to lose it Break out my strap and use it Drain all your inner fluids These scripts that I hold Are full of truth so use it In the last times and days Never walk that dark path Or you just fade away (fade away.. way.. ) [Chorus x1] [scratched] "Hey.. H.. Hey.." |
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