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 lose 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
Then transformed to a pen, in case of a first war
I opened the first door, that led to the first floor
I got attacked, by a couple of rap cats
They wore dreads, these army pants, and these back hats
I hit one, over the head, with a broken bird
The motherfucker tried to hit me, with some spoken words
But it didn't work, and I finished him and his boys
And disappeared from the scene, without making a noise
I used up four bars, but I earned a punchline
And proceeded to level two, landed an unsigned
We don't play those games
We can listen here
What I'm doing here
Get me out of here
We don't play those games
This is getting wild
Tell me how
Let me out now
We don't play those games
How'd I get in here
Let me out of here
What I'm doing here
We don't play those games
This is no fun
Got me on the run
Rap 2K12
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
And this shrimp, drained my life twenty percent
The floor opened up, and I almost fell inside
But I used my mic wire, and 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 rap
And this chick was trying to be heard, like she raised cattle
But I remembered something I seen on the blaze battle
Whoever sold you them shoes, they fooled you
I killed her with a verse, about a fucked up weave and a fake voodoo
A record exec, then appeared in a black limo
And started to attack, with a bag from the whack demo
And I will admit, it was hard as hell to kill
So I stabbed him with an invoice, and a studio bill
We don't play those games
Would you listen here, what I'm doing here, get me out of here
We don't play those games
This is getting 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 doing here
We don't play those games
This is no fun
Got me on the run
Rap 2K21
I made it to the next level, above ground
My sound scanner, 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 shooting opinions
I stop, rock, and I roll
As if they was to hit me, to penetrate to my soul
I hid behind some trees, and I held my weapon tightly
The street team was up on the roof, trying to snipe me
It took a while to finish them all, but I finally did it
And out comes this powerful beast, known as the Critic
With a fully loaded magazine, and mad drama
A harpoon shot just bounced off of his armor
Now I wish I would have stayed down in the dark caves
I'm running towards these big ass fans with these sharp blades
But he was right behind me, holding a flamethrower
So I jumped through the blades, and I died
Game over
We don't play those games
Would you listen here, what I'm doing here?
Get me out of here
We don't play those games
This is getting wild
Tell me how
Let me out now
We don't play those games
How'd I get in here
Let me out of here
What I'm doing here
We don't play those games
This is no fun
Got me on the run
Rap 2K1
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