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