Rap 2K1

[Verse 1: Masta Ace] 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 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 motherfucker 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 making a noise I used up four bars but I earned a punchline And proceeded to Level 2: Land of the Unsigned [Hook:] We don't play those games Would you listen here? What I'm doing here? Get me outta 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 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 draining my life twenty 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 trying to be herd 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 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 [Hook:] We don't play those games Would you listen here? What I'm doing here? Get me outta 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 2K1 [Verse 3: Masta Ace] 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, 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 trying 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 running towards these big-ass fans with these sharp blades But he was right behind me holding a flame thrower So I jumped through the blades and I died, game over [Hook:] We don't play those games Would you listen here? What I'm doing here? Get me outta 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 2K1