2 Shots From A Nine

[Verse One: Modenine]
I'm doing this just for the love, then for the green
Then for my peops, 'cause Mode is an underground fiend
Comfortably in baseball caps, tee-shirts and baggy jeans
Now, watch me take your spots like pimple cream
Block my light beam, I leave your black eyes like white bean
Stop that soft shit like Flagil and tetracycline
You're boring like Big Brother without the shower scenes
I drop lyrics like Visine, namean?
I give a hoot and you can get the Tim boot
Now skydive off a high rise without a parachute
Quit talking ghetto fab when you got no loot
You, a son of a gun? I bet you can't shoot
We lick two shots from a nine only from the vocal booth
I speak the truth and this is living proof I make the rest wack
I be the best at, no need confess that
I bring the stress black
Aiming for your crest, your vest best be where your chest at

[Hook: Modenine]
Two shots from a nine
Two shots from a nine
From a nine
Cypher divine, cypher divine
Two shots from a nine
Two shots from a nine
From a nine
Cypher divine, cypher divine

[Verse Two: 2 Shotz]
Well, I was born to spitting on this mic with simplicity
My ability, I rhyme with agility
[?], I make this fat like obesity
Attacking all the areas even your vicinity
You're feeling me rock zones, bones I crack
And whichever, however I'm taking over my adversity
Remain skin tight like your girlfriend's virginity
Rhyme criminal, physical in proximity
The Foremen I represent-a
You better be proving you to me you're that real emcee if yours is better
'Cause I take it [?] and deliver back to who's iller
Yo if Jay-Z hears this, he'd leave Roc-a-Fella
I flow with speed to confuse Keanu Reeves
And like Mariah, I can carry you to overseas
So word it B, I'm spreading like a bad disease
2 Shotz, the brother with the lyrical expertise

[Hook: Modenine]
Two shots from a nine
Two shots from a nine
From a nine
Cypher divine, cypher divine
Two shots from a nine
Two shots from a nine
From a nine
Cypher divine, cypher divine

[Verse Three]:
[2 Shotz]
I break it down and give it to you raw
Incase you wanna battle, then prepare for the war
I manipulate my metaphysical source and power
My metaphor could hold your breath at least half an hour
And continuously duplicate my rhymes on your lips
To get you elementary rappers in the mix
And for real, I'm hanging 'round The Foremen and Trybe
And everyday the earth spins, we trying to stay alive

[Modenine]
Anyone rush, get the bum rush
Heads severed, with lyrics tough enough to wreck ships
Tougher than leather
Tougher than spies never breaking off the pressure screaming, "Never!"
I'mma pluck your chicken feather, stick you like some shish kebab
[?], black angry man with a list of a
Lotta rappers who I'll just have to walk on like Christopher
Without a pistola, spitting rapid rounds of fire
For rapping rubbish, I'm wrapping your mouths with barbed wire

[Hook till Fade]