black moon
Tony Mr. Beat Lyrics
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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
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?
…..
I can I can 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
Oh oh oh oh
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 bi*** like you cute
You jus couldn't let me stick my **** and ride on the regular
Pen predator, et cetera...yeah right
So fuck what you heard it's about gettin' blipped
In 1993 mother*******
(Sracth)
How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
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How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
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How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
The song “Black Moon” by Tony Mr. Beat brings listeners on a journey through the mind of a rap artist. The opening verse takes listeners back to the early days of hip-hop, where MCs were judged solely by their lyrical talent. The artist uses wordplay, clever rhymes and metaphors to showcase his abilities. He explains how the body may not always be aligned with the mind but, he is never sleazy when he raps, and he attacks whatever he sees in his sight. The artist is also upfront and admits that although he is not perfect, he does his best and never surrenders.
The second verse of the song illustrates the artist's frustration with his peers' talk but no action manner. He discusses how violence is not always the answer, but there are times when he must defend his friends or his own honour. Connecting back to the beginning of the song, he reiterates that he is a real rapper, an MC. The song ends with a scratch where the artist poses the question, “How many MCs must get dissed?”, referring to the countless times he has had to prove himself as a credible MC in the rap game.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm takin ya back, come follow me
I'm going to take you back in time, so follow me.
On a journey to see a for real MC
We're going to see a real rapper on this journey.
The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy
Sometimes the mind can make you do things your body can't believe it's doing.
But never sleazy when I get the flow, I'm Swayze
I never give up my principles when I'm rapping fluently.
I break, you take
I break the beat, and you take the rhymes.
Whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes
Anything Buckshot creates is fair game for me.
The incredible, lyrical, and original
I'm a unique, talented, and original rapper.
You can kill it, bull, if you wanna take a pull
You can try to outdo me if you're confident enough.
Whatever I see I attack, tack
I attack any target I see, quickly and decisively.
Fuck up my back black, nigga fuck that
I don't care how hard it gets, it's not going to stop me.
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell
Satan tempts me, and sometimes I'm drawn to do bad things.
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I'm a fallen man, witness to my own defeats.
I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet
I push myself to my physical limits while performing.
Another dead nigga in the street
Another rapper has been bested by me.
Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss
I've hit the target precisely, with no chance of error.
But how many MC's must get dissed?
How many rappers must I defeat before I prove my dominance?
I can I can I can break it down like whatever you want
I can rhyme about anything, any way you like.
You run like this, I hit but I gets bizzd when I'm pissed
If you try to run away, I'll come after you with my fiercest rhymes.
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
Buckshot's rhymes are good, but not as quick-witted as mine.
Oh oh oh oh
This is just a shout of excitement.
I open up and boot em up then shoot em up, whatever
I attack rappers with all my skills, demolishing them without mercy.
Im clev-ever cuz I wear my leather in the winter
I'm clever for wearing leather in cold weather.
I enter the stage, nigga cock ya gauge
When I come onstage, you have to get ready to be blown away by my rhymes.
I bust em off some'in awful
I hit them with rhymes they can't handle.
And then I leave the stage
I finish my performance and leave.
Im just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin
I'm a crazy man when it comes to murder-type rhymes.
Ya shittin, ya ass thinkin, I see ya blinkin
You can't handle the pressure, and I can see your fear.
I wet em and forget I never should of met em
I destroy them with my rhymes and forget I ever knew them.
But he was talkin' shit to my man so I had to get em
I had to defend my friend by attacking this rapper with my rhymes.
Yep, you can get the fist, whatever
If you want to fight instead of rap, I'm still going to win.
How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
Another plea to know when he will finally earn his place as the best rapper MC or master of arts.
I got a nigga on scope through the eye of a needle
I can target my enemy with precision, like I'm aiming through a small hole.
But I had the nigga pucking on my desert eagle
I had him cornered, and he was scared for his life.
Pain as a nigga brain I'm goin' insane
Rap battles bring me intense pain that weighs on my mind.
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
I'm going to keep going until the competition is over.
Pick up the route and be jetty wit the loot
Start your journey and be quick with your rhymes to get the prize.
Don't try to walk wit a switch bitch like you cute
Don't try to imitate my rhymes if you aren't good enough yet.
You jus couldn't let me stick my **** and ride on the regular
You couldn't handle my rhymes, so you had to come up with something else.
Pen predator, et cetera...yeah right
You can't come up with anything original or witty.
So fuck what you heard it's about gettin' blipped
I don't care what anyone else thinks, I'm only focused on winning.
In 1993 mother*******
This is my year, and I'm not going to lose.
How Many MC's Must Get Dissed?
Why do so many rappers still think they can challenge me as the best rapper?
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Tonho, Black Moon
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