| Last month I spent two weeks on a vacation | |
| I had a dream that I was inside of my PlayStation | |
| Did you ever lay down, take a nap and loose it? | |
| I dreamt I was stuck in this game called Rap Music | |
| I started off underground in a dark room | |
| With a freestyle, a sawed-off pump and a harpoon | |
| That transform to a pen in case of a words war | |
| And opened the first door that led to the first floor | |
| I got attacked by a couple of rap acts | |
| They wore dreads, these army pants and these backpacks | |
| I hit one over the head with a broken verb | |
| The muthafucka tried to hit me with some spoken word | |
| But it didn't work, and I finished him and his boys | |
| And disappeared from the scene without makin a noise | |
| I used up four bars but I earned a punchline | |
| And proceeded to Level 2: Land of the Unsigned | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| We don't play those games | |
| Would you listen here? | |
| What I'm doin here? | |
| Get me outta here | |
| We don't play those games | |
| This is gettin wild | |
| Can you tell me how? | |
| Let me out now | |
| We don't play those games | |
| How'd I get in here? | |
| Let me outta here | |
| What I'm doin here? | |
| We don't play those games | |
| This is no fun | |
| Got me on the run | |
| Rap 2K1 | |
| [VERSE 2: Masta Ace] | |
| I got attacked right away when I walked in | |
| By a four-foot manager with a contract and a pen | |
| I put up my force shield to block any attempt | |
| At this shrimp drainin my life 20 percent | |
| The floor opened up and I almost fell inside | |
| But I used my mic right, I swung to the other side | |
| And just when I thought I avoided the booby trap | |
| I got slapped by a female MC with a doobie rag | |
| And this chick was tryin to be herd like she raised cattle | |
| But I remembered somethin I seen on the Blaze Battle | |
| Whoever sold you them shoes, they fooled you | |
| I killed her with a verse about her fucked up weave and her fake FUBU | |
| A record exec then appeared in a black limo | |
| And started to attack with a bag full of wack demos | |
| And I will admit: it was hard as hell to kill | |
| So I stabbed him with an invoice and a studio bill | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [VERSE 3: Masta Ace] | |
| I made it to the next level: Above Ground | |
| My soundscanner then picks up on this bug sound | |
| I pull out the sawed-off pump and I get it cocked | |
| And that's when this A&R crawled from under a rock | |
| And start shootin opinions, I stop, drop and I roll | |
| Cause if they was to hit me, they'd penetrate to my soul | |
| I hid behind some trees and I held my weapon tightly | |
| His street team was up on the roof tryin to snipe me | |
| It took a while to finish em all but I finally did it | |
| Then out comes this powerful beast known as the critic | |
| With a fully loaded magazine and mad drama | |
| My harpoon shots just bounced off of his armor | |
| Now I wish I would've stayed down in the dark caves | |
| I'm runnin towards these big-ass fans with these sharp blades | |
| But he was right behind me holdin a flame thrower | |
| So I jumped through the blades and I died - game over | |
| [CHORUS] |
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