Two Turntables And A Mic - Black Moon

"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" (6x) "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 (4x) 
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