[ 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 loose 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 muthafucka 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 makin a noise
I used up four bars but I earned a punchline
And proceeded to Level 2: Land of the Unsigned
[ CHORUS ]
We don`t play those games
Would you listen here?
What I`m doin here?
Get me outta here
We don`t play those games
This is gettin 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 doin 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 drainin my life 20 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 tryin to be herd like she raised cattle
But I remembered somethin 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
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Masta Ace ]
I made it to the next level: Above Ground
My soundscanner 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 shootin 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 tryin 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 runnin towards these big-ass fans with these sharp blades
But he was right behind me holdin a flame thrower
So I jumped through the blades and I died - game over
[ CHORUS ]
