[Intro: Buckshot]
Alright party people, it's about that time
We want everybody, everybody off the stage
You ain't supposed to be on the stage
If you trip over the wire, we gon' get Smitty to beat you up
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat (Uh-huh, to the beat)
Just clap your hands to the beat (To the beat, c'mon)
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat (What are you waiting for? Nah mean)
Just clap your hands to the beat (Sit back and relax)
Just clap your hands to the beat, you don't stop

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
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 and can't nobody touch the flavor
Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (What?)
That we do whatever we gotta do
God bless the buddha 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]
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Watch me blow your back out with the verb
Herb, come test Buck and get served
Look, up in the air, it's a bird
No, it's Super N***a, and look, he's puffin' the herb
Sayin', "Chocolate do a n***a justice"
Bust this, spark another session, I'm lovin' the mist
Contact in my nostril
Is a colossal emcee to recollect on set
The point is, you get biz on the mic
Like back in the days, n***as we got more like
Shit, today it take n***as too long to recognize (Why?)
Just because I'm not commercialized
And when I'm in your town I rock the underground, but you don't really know me
'Cause I don't got no bitches with me that's ready to blow me
Half bud-ass yellin', "Have a good time"
Nowadays I'd rather have a good rhyme, uh
[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
Commercial rap get the gun clap
Buckshot, original mack, I'm takin' it back
Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer
Carryin' equipment, nowadays they gettin' over
Sayin' it's another form of hip-hop
But get dropped with the ball, back and talk when you walk
At night, whenever I stomp I can feel the hawk
Inside of my chest, from the bless
What I manifest is what I bring forth
Hold up people, I'm gettin' you lost, wait a minute
Remember this? Reminisce
Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dissed
Now what they do is this, to ruin this
They put a commercial emcee in the business, huh
To make a brother like me play the dugout
That's that shit (That shit), no doubt
[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)
Two turntables and a mic (Mic)
One phat emcee on the set (Set)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's what you been missin', two turntables and a mic
And one phat emcee on the set blowin' up the spot
Emcee, DJ, this is how we do today
N***as can't believe how we do that
Buckshot, BCC, representin' who I be, FAP listen
Check it out
Buckshot, Beatminerz in the front, in the back