Traduction: Black Moon. Combien de Mc ....
't wield the steel It takes many many moons, to create tunes But loons assume that half past noon They'll have rap down pat, but it's wack You must be
Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed") Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X) Pen predator, et cetera, yeah
you familiar to Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' Black Christmas
spot Dru ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props Eh yo next to snap a neck be big r-o-c-k Send mc's to me in squads of three say Rockness monsta
, mad live blow up the spot Dru Ha gets the paper black moon still gets the props Eh yo next to snap a neck be big R O C K Send MC's to me in squads
world war tour I catch a flashback from iraq That's when I start terrorizing tracks Killing mc's with platinum stacks and death wax My torture chamber's
ass with shit I wrote last year So MC's step up and press your luck I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck I watch MC's get silenced
Hump-deehee Dump-deehee Just for thinking you can see me [Speedis Toine] How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like Ratcliff For all the MC's who
this world, to me were rhymes Intertwined over Premier beats That had Mass Appeal, teaching the Code of the Streets Questions remained, Black Moon asked this "How many mc's
The Latin kid be bringin' you the boom A handfull of MC's representin' the Darkroom Five minds gettin' loose With five kinds of flows Here to keep you busta MC's
spot Dru Ha gets the paper Black Moon still gets the props Eh yo next to snap a neck be big R-O-C-K send MC's to me in squads of three say Rockness Monsta
dough Pimp hoes Pockets on swole with a mouth full of gold How we ride in the South Playing house four doors Drop the top when it's hot Pump the heat when it's
's life form [Hook: x2] How many MC's must I defeat? How many rhymes must I show 'em technique? How many metaphors? How many letters in all How many
World War tour I catch a flashback from Iraq That's when I start terrorizing tracks Killing MC's with platinum stacks and death wax My torture chamber's
I wrote last year So MC's step up and press your luck I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck I watch MC's get silenced when it comes to
[Chorus: sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed"] Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera et cetera [x7] Pen predator, et cetera, yeah