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What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an 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 dawning 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 skin I lay my pipe like a plumber So watch out cause I'm that type of crazy man First I slam, be in the red light What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if he can't- Green light Came and tetch wreck like a hit and run run, son Stay off my dizmit, 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 versing 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 an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if- Green light Hold this moment, yes? All this stuff is really fresh Attenti'on to centre stage, I flip on numb page Drop school just like afro's on the barkades Start my own words, make it original Insatiable yeah, always wanting to get lyrical So get your starking, since Charizma's walking I don't play football so yo stop jocking Unless less you're a stick, 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 buk bump the loot in your [? ] car No we don't roll Jeeps We roll the mob cause we on the left side of the street And let your gat feel heat Red light. What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an 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, I'm not quite five thou'sand First I gotta give him brothers townsend 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 Be the fullest, I came to ripsh and recksh I'm a crazy man that rocks a dope jam I start to slam like Captain Caveman Twelve months up in here, I'm just blashin' On the pedal flashin', ready to bashin' This microphone so well call home Tell so show until business well I've shown Red ligh