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k-otix - 7 mc's part 2 lyrics

little inner city willie/much like myself
was aspiring to touch the higher reaches of wealth
self propelled by the propaganda of the mc’s/
glamour ride through his eyes vividly on tv
mesmerized by the likes of these self proclaimed g’s/
fantasized himself to be the fat rat stacking cheese
armani khaki jeans where they used to be lee’s/
no ties with master lock but now speaking of keys
being seized overseas in big barrels and crates/
but negated to relate he never went out of state
now consume the toxic logic plus the toxic fumes/
out of tune and now -ssumed to be nom de plume
better known as big willie/
now don’t that sound silly/
favorite catch phrase keep it real but not really
still he making ends without an n/
pushing up a jeep a lex coupe beemer and a benz
pretends to be the baller down south slanging mo mo’s/
back east he lies about ties with mafioso
in philly-illinois he rolled a caddy sedan/
and in oaktown he was the don juan of san fran and beyond
with his companion on the hip and a friday night ride down the strip

it’s a trip
look inside the ride mc number 9 by his side sippin’ cristal wine
tried her best to look fine/wasn’t really worth the time
just an imitation of will’s fraud state of mind
caught me by surprise. but then i read between the lines/
heard through the grapevine #5 wrote your rhymes
check the signs/see the decline of income
going out for the crumb/your style’s still dumb

#10 was the label mate of # 8&9/
whining like a beaatch and bottom line couldn’t rhyme
shining in the lime light but couldn’t rhyme tight/
no originality/strictly sound bites
downright about the worst that i heard verse to verse/
every word was a curse to the ear
preferred not to hearing his song/
but no choice but to listen on
his lp wasn’t even worth p-ssing on
dancin’ a jig and thinking he was jiggy/
everybody’s picking him to be the next { }
but he was over shadowed by the face in the camera
#11/his producer slash manager

slash amateur slash rapper slash actor slash tapper/
the hit song jacker new nod factor/
turned playboy when he dropped the craig macker/
making rap wacker ain’t mad at ya/
but weekly you tempt me to pimp me the new jiggy on mtv
the magnum c-m laude of my phd/
i was hating from the jump when you became an mc
trying to keep it real/without a trace of rap sk!ll
at first it was chill/but now it’s like over k!ll
wanted to build the rep/of material objects
r&b n-ggas switching from rap to rock sets

yet once again neither one saw the signs
#10’s simple mind combined with simple rhymes
defined the prime reason why we had to make it twice
you need to stop rocking ice/learn to rock a mic
i hope my words come as a shock/get off your own jock
probably why everybody’s taking shots
now it’s all about the benjamins, but/
i’m calling out your feminine strut
plus it wasn’t a surprise that 11 had to capitalize/
off the late great #8’s sudden demise
cut the lies that he tried to keep it honest
talkin’ ’bout flossin’/
when he shoulda seen an orthodontist
making promises that he wasn’t fulfillin’/
people by the millions saying they wasn’t feeling em/
i guess in all the hype like william started k!llin’ em/
dealing in the same fate as their late friend
once again
there you have it/11 mc’s laid to rest

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