What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if he can't rap?
(One, two, three)
Green light
Tic-tac-toe yo, and here we go
Red means stop and green light means go
Common sense dropped cause I truly love the hip hop
(Beatboxing) I even like to beatbox
In the morning, I'm usually yawning
Then I'm kicking crazy rhymes until the break of dawn and
Cause I know and you know a gun goes BOH!
But you didn't know I'm funky like a project ho
Oh yeah, to the honeys slide the number
Cause when it comes to skins I lay my pipe like a plumber
So watch out cause I'm the type of crazy man
First I slam, bringin' the
Red light
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if he can't-
Green light
Came and catch wreck like a hit and run run, son
Stay off my dizmick, I pack rhymes like guns
Music with rhymes, you know I get the scoop
So calm down troop I kick rhymes like Timberland boots
With no cursing, you stole my crazy verse and
BUK BUK BUK flash a rhyme with no rehearsing
With the east coast styly, live in the west buck Wiley
Drinking apple juice with the
Red light
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if-
Green light
Hold this moment, yes? All this stuff is really fresh
At-ten-tion to center stage, I flip on numb page
Drop school just like afro's on the barkades
Start my own words, make it original
Satiable yeah, always willing to get lyrical
So hang a stocking that says Charizma's walking
I don't play football so yo stop jocking
Unless less you're a skin, with good good looks
That's overdue like a library book
Mariah may sing, dag a diggy dope dope
Cause I can't hit the high note
For that matter, I get into my pen
Have a bubble bath and then let the dopeness begin
So bump up the loot in your mob car
No we don't roll Jeeps
We roll the mob cars on the left side of the street
And let your gat feel heat
Red light
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if he can't rap?
What is a MC if-
Green light
Back on the track, yo the homie for the groove
Choice in this move, I'm in the house like a boob tube
Turn it on yes y'all, it's not quite five thou-sand
First I gotta by brothers pounds and
Blows don't you know I see I grow like Jack the beanstalk
Take my honey to the park for swings after dark
So finally now, because I didn't come to talk sh-
Be the fullest, I came to rip sh- and wreck sh-
I'm a crazy man that rocks a dope jam
I start to slam like Captain Caveman
Twelve months of the year, I'm just blashin'
On the pedal mashin', ready to bash in
This microphone so welcome home
Tell, show, show and tell, this is what I've shown
Red light
