Verse One

I ain’t no joke I used to let the mic smoke

But now I slam it when I’m done to discourage the blokes

From even picking up the mic and preceding to rhyme

What you’re doing ain’t rhyming why you wasting my time

And to me time is money and my money is time

There’s no need to prove a point

When your skilled sublime

You either co-sign them or you endorse me

You’re just pimping out the the culture

Any fool can see

Used to cold a rock the party

with mic and turntable

Selling out shows

Ready willing and able

Now you look at me like I’m a dinosaur

Man, I hope you find what you were looking for

Cause to me there's two rules to being an emcee

One ya gotta love it and two - you can’t be

Strictly for the cash or F-A-M-E

If you do you’ll probably be a fading memory

So give me…


Chorus 4x


Two Turntables

Two Turntables

Two Turntables

and a Microphone


Verse Two

So let me cha cha cha cause you sound sub par

Too busy buying out the bar like a superstar

Remember when you couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket

A millionaire’s taste on a beggar’s budget

Now ya got lots of fans and your name is hot

Too busy showing everybody all the things you got

New car, new crib, living life real big

Trading in your old friends for a new black Benz

Blowing money by the minute like you just don’t care

But back in the day it wasn’t what you wear

You used to have to do the thing like nobody else did

And baby boy this is how we lived.

Chorus 4x

So give me…

Two Turntables

Two Turntables

Two Turntables

and a Microphone

End