Trey - "M.C.’s Place"
Lets start wit all of y’all screamin’
For us M.C.s, we gotta keep dreamin’
When we enter people be like “Damn!”
When we do our thing, we’re like WHAM
Tetion is flowing through the place
Too many M.C.s, not enough space
Workin’ our way to the dance floor
The way we rock’ll make ya ears sore
Homeboy gotta blast the speakers
Dance like MJ, wit some Nike sneakers
This is our place, don’t enter
M.C.’s spot, down in the center
Screwed up clubs need one us to get started
Be like Moses make all the clubs be parted
We rock like dis, and you gotta follow
Dis music’ll wake ya up, like Sleepy Hollow
[Chorus]
This is our place to chill and write
No telling how long we’ll work in a night
We’ll always keep bringing mo tracks
Working for y’all, not for them placks
People wanna collab wit us, it gets tough
No thugs alowed, they just talk crap stuff
The rhymes I’ve seen spat, it’s devistaion
All these new rappers need better motivation
Club bangin’ all over the place, not like me
Preformers never preformed like dis M.C.
I’ll bring the house down, move ya head
Get out of our hood! Did ya hear what I said?
I could hold 4 mics, like General Grievous
Saw a lady in this place, lookin’ real devious
Act like that in this place, man you screwed
Rap like that in this place, you gonna get suewed
A place where we can chill, and blast real music
Like a addicting medicine, man you cannot refuse it
We ain’t into snap music over here, we into good beats
Got respect from y’all, now I need it from the streets
[Chorus]
To be in this place, ya gotta finish yo construction
Get dope beats, and lyrics plus get out of production
Be in it for hip hop, and not just for all the cash
Have good messages, not like the thug’s trash
There’s so many M.C.s in here, it’s insane
There it go, a very dope song, down the drain
Will Smith gonna get jiggy, and Miami gonna bring da Heat
Us M.C.s gonna create a beat, that’ll make ya dance wit ya feet
No just using your arms and stuff, we need the old skool dancin’
This is our place, we always gonna keep inhancin’
LL tryin’ to control himself, Ice Cube gonna tell ya why he thugs
Them gangster rappers, in their songs we’ve found so many bugs
Jazzy Jeff keep scratching the discs, Michael Jackson doin’ his thing
We M.C.s know how to wear clothes, not just all that bling
Snoop gonna keep twistin’ yo mind, Kanye gonna “touch the sky”
I’ma keep the old skool from disapearing, until the day that I die
[Chorus]
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