DESCRIPTION:
MC Dwels and MC Joaquin in their prolific debut, speaking the truth about the streets and their experiences as up and coming rappers in the game.

Credit to Pete Rock's "Hip 2 Hip," the beat used for this soon to be underground hit. Don't sleep on these two any longer, real hip-hop is alive and well.

Lyrics:

Here's a funky introduction of just who I am,
Droppin' flow, spitting rhymes its the master plan

Set you're sights on the kid, boy he's bout to blow,
MC Dwels man you already know,

MC Joaquin with that old school flow,
Take a seat, sit back and enjoy the show,

We dont listen to the haters when they try to diss,
We're hittin' home runs they're a swing and a miss

So Dwels, can I ask you something? (wassup)
Get up on the mic and show them you aint frontin'


My mind working overtime, my raps is potent, dropping philosophies like Socrates from moment to moment, my brain cracks the whip, my tongue pulls the trigger, know they tryna deflate me now cause I'm bound to get bigger, but we ain't worrying about the BS we know they see us as threats, anomalies in the game white guys in sweater vests. Articulation unrivaled, competition is in denial, we file, complaints that your topics is vile for a while, we been kicking beats with the bass, but now where punching with our lyrics like a hook to the face. We're honest, you should probably get to steppin, don't cross the boss, cause you're guaranteed to be less than. And don't ask for a lesson either you got it or you don't, time to make your confession I'm out....

And I'm right back in it,
MC Joaquin let me spit for a minute,
Still, rocking that block, talkin that talk 'n walking that walk,
You rockin that walker with them lame flows you got on lock,
We're chillin', laid back for a minute,
Petey cooked me up a beat so he could watch me kill it,
You feel it?
Recognize real yet?
How the sign and the seal met
To deliver, the message that I spit in the booth,
Pouring my soul out on the paper so i can tell you the truth,
No word of a lie here
My style is fly a mere
Mention of my name
Could make the fake rappers quiver in fear
Let the rhythm hit you like Tetra Hydro cannabinol,
Easy at first, and then it hits hard like a cannonball,
Got me feeling like im ten feet tall
Long way down, I aint gonna fall
Mind sharp, wit dry, yeah im on the ball
So let me make this pass,
To my boy Dwels go and spit that last.

They say that time equals money and cause equals time,
But does that mean a life on the streets equals crime?
Grew up on the bottom now we're floating to the top,
Motivated young boys now we aint gonna stop,
Laid back, just a couple of fly guys no drive by's
Peaceful intentions but we rhyme sly like I spy,
Couple of verses over hip 2 hip,
Tag team rapping call it quip 2 quip