K 7 Mc`s Part 2 Lyrics

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 assumed 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 pissing 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 Cum 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 skill 

 At first it was chill/But now it's like over kill 

 Wanted to build the rep/of material objects 

 R&b niggas 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 killin' em/ 

 Dealing in the same fate as their late friend 

 Once again 

 There you have it/11 MC's laid to rest