How Many MC's... - Black Moon

I’m takin ya back, come follow me

On a journey to see a for real MC

The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy

But never sleazy when I get the flow, I’m Swayze

I break, you take

Whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes

The incredible, lyrical, and original

You can kill it, bull, if you wanna take a pull

Whatever I see I attack, tack

Fuck up my back black, nigga fuck that

The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell

Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell

I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet

Another dead nigga in the street

Bullseye, direct hit, don’t miss

But how many MC’s must get dissed?

«How many MC’s must get dissed?»

I can break it down like whatever you want

You run like this, I hit but I gets bizzd when I’m pissed

Mister Buckshot rock it not quick

Bitch, get off my dick

I open up and boot em up then shoot em up, whatever

Im clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter

I enter the stage, nigga cock ya gauge

I bust em off some’in awful

And then I leave the stage

Im just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin

Ya shittin, ya ass thinkin, I see ya blinkin

I wet em and forget I never should of met em

But he was talkin' shit to my man so I had to get em

Yep, you can get the fist, whatever

But How Many MC’s Must Get Dissed?

I got a nigga on scope through the eye of a needle

But I had the nigga pucking on my desert eagle

Pain as a nigga brain I’m goin' insane

Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain

Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot

Don’t try to walk wit a switch bitch like you cute

You jus couldn’t let me stick my dick and ride on the regular

Pen predator, et cetera… yeah right

So fuck what you heard it’s about gettin' blipped

In 1993 motherfuckers get dissed