Red Light Green 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?
(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



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Writer(s): Chris Manak, Charles Hicks
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