Rap 2k1文本歌词
Last month I spent two weeks on a vacation
I had a dream that I was inside of my PlayStationDid you ever lay down, take a nap and loose it?I dreamt I was stuck in this game called Rap MusicI started off underground in a dark roomWith a freestyle, a sawed-off pump and a harpoonThat transform to a pen in case of a words warAnd opened the first door that led to the first floorI got attacked by a couple of rap actsThey wore dreads, these army pants and these backpacksI hit one over the head with a broken verbThe ********** tried to hit me with some spoken wordBut it didn't work, and I finished him and his boysAnd disappeared from the scene without makin a noiseI used up four bars but I earned a punchlineAnd proceeded to Level 2: Land of the UnsignedWe don't play those gamesWould you listen here?What I'm doin here?Get me outta hereWe don't play those gamesThis is gettin wildCan you tell me how?Let me out nowWe don't play those gamesHow'd I get in here?Let me outta hereWhat I'm doin here?We don't play those gamesThis is no funGot me on the runRap 2K1I got attacked right away when I walked inBy a four-foot manager with a contract and a penI put up my force shield to block any attemptAt this shrimp drainin my life 20 percentThe floor opened up and I almost fell insideBut I used my mic right, I swung to the other sideAnd just when I thought I avoided the booby trapI got slapped by a female MC with a doobie ragAnd this chick was tryin to be herd like she raised cattleBut I remembered somethin I seen on the Blaze BattleWhoever sold you them shoes, they fooled youI killed her with a verse about her ****** up weave and her fake FUBUA record exec then appeared in a black limoAnd started to attack with a bag full of wack demosAnd I will admit: it was hard as hell to killSo I stabbed him with an invoice and a studio billI made it to the next level: Above GroundMy soundscanner then picks up on this bug soundI pull out the sawed-off pump and I get it cockedAnd that's when this A&R crawled from under a rockAnd start shootin opinions, I stop, drop and I rollCause if they was to hit me, they'd penetrate to my soulI hid behind some trees and I held my weapon tightlyHis street team was up on the roof tryin to snipe meIt took a while to finish em all but I finally did itThen out comes this powerful beast known as the criticWith a fully loaded magazine and mad dramaMy harpoon shots just bounced off of his armorNow I wish I would've stayed down in the dark cavesI'm runnin towards these big-ass fans with these sharp bladesBut he was right behind me holdin a flame throwerSo I jumped through the blades and I died - game over