[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Crate digga n***a guess you never heard of
Where you from
DP?
Say DP n***a

[Chorus]
2 MC or not 2 MC
That is the question
Keep 'em all guessin'
Teachin' n***as 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 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 reduce my right to recite
Visions of wisdom
Poet pass the weak is how I'm livin'
My insight allows me to rеach heights unheard of
Crate digga n***a guеss you never heard of
A cool n***a 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' n***as 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' n***as 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 n***as use it
Makes me want to lose it
Pull out my the Gat