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[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

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[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

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[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