2 MC 95

[Intro]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Crate digga nigga guess you never heard of

Where you from

CDP?

CDP nigga

[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

(2x)

[Verse 1]

Who you be?

I be cool-ass MC

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 reduce my right to recite

Visions of wisdom

Poet pass the weak is how I'm livin'

My insight allows me to reach hеights unheard of

Crate digga nigga guess you nеver 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'.. )

But I won't go into that

Better yet, flip with the real facts

[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

(2x)

[Verse 2]

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 be who you are

Not other known stars

This music is fo' real

So reach out and touch far

Far as me, you see I chills

Act up and leave scars

And sometimes they say rhyme kills

But the thats what they say

Guess you caught on

Rhyme equals pay and now your payed

Expressing is no good in paying Robin Hood

Expressing is no good think you got it no you don't

Catch me sleepin'? No you won't

Far as me, you see I pays dues

Do what I must do to prove I hold the globe to the soul

Hip-Hop, the new and old

Hip-Hop, the new and old

[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

(2x)

[Verse 3]

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 when

I display my way of music

Music, god bless for music

But see how niggas use it

Makes me want to lose it

Pull out my the Gat