7 MC's Part 2

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