At the Party

*Door Bell Rings* [Verse 1] I walked in with a pimp strut … “What up?” Door man’s like, “You on the list?” I’m like, “Shiiii… I should be there… like after the L’s” He said it’s too early to tell “Fuck it, go ahead.” Afrika Bambaataa Kool Herc was looping the break beat Rocksteady was breakin’ That’s what’s up Gave Scott La Rock dap Proceeded up to the bar one Taki 183 and flat black was tight on the wall Eddie Pint was with Dante And went to bomb broadway Sugarhill, Run-D.M.C. were kickin' raps Busta and the Beasties came in, drinking brass monkeys Bumrushed the show, hopped on stage then A whole bunch of white dudes opened the door and came in After Ed Lover, Dr. Dre then Big Daddy Kane Said there ain't no half steppin', walk this way Went to the next room had the 90's on it, "hell yeah" Ayo it smell like chronic Hella juice & gin I grab my cup, try to fill it to the brim Somebody said "Ayo, you ain't chipped in? I'm playing nephew, go ahead" Ice Cube was choppin' it up With MC Ren and Quik was playing the cuts I saw Eazy, Spice 1, and King Tee Bloods and Crips talkin shit and straight schemin’ Olde English, Starter caps, and gold daytons Gold-plated, hearing Bones, Jheri curl activator And the party started crackin And this dude in the background who looked familiar started dancing... But I don't know he seemed dope The whole party was like he hadn't rapped in the east coast [Hook] Lyrical, physical, very artistical Give the party people something funky to listen to Step up if you wanna get hurt Step, Step up if you wanna get hurt All you MC's are some riders All you need is a line Til' you change and rearrange And then what happened this time I checkmate, terminate, never late, contemplate Mind state is never fake, hesitate you lose [Verse 2] There was this group in the cypher called Das FX And a Tribe Called Quest Q-Tip was searchin' for his wallet sayin' somebody got him 10 dollars sayin' it was someone from Compton LL was on the side of the kangol, talkin' about his Momma Sayin' that if anyone stepped They’d get knocked out. He promised Watching Butter-Pecan Ricans licking their ice cream Ghostface did lines, and Bees that were lime green ??????, liquorice and a dutch I hit that shit once and then passed out off the blunt I woke up in struggle for breath by Nas He said sleep was the cousin of death, my God Door busted down and I thought it was the cops It was 2Pac saying that he had just gotten shot Stood up out the wheel chair said “fuck this city.” Grabbed a Cristal bottle, pointed it at Biggie Puff jumped up was like “take that, one” The whole party stopped and said… 2Pac left the party with Suge in the ‘lac Nobody ever thought that ‘Pac would never come back An hour later Big and Puff left Big said he was ready to die, but there’d be life after his death Craziest shit I’ve ever been to, the wildest venue But it wasn't over yet, the party must continue... Yeah, Yeah I said continue Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Hook 2] Pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit Crucial, lyrical style ain't what it used to Microphone check one two (echo) [Verse 3] For some, this is where the party began Some say it’s where the party was crashed There was a new room, a new dude named Shady in the Aftermath "Hi, my name is, what..." it was that everybody started to want to rap Rock fans from the other parties put down their guitar straps And started writing their bars on a pad The ‘burbs were already in the building And the media been feeling if another party was on smash Pepsi endorsements, Spike, Coca-cola Was tellin' the whole world where the party was at The line to get in, it wasn't just around the building It was around New Zealand and the underground was making chat Saying it was wack; remember the art the heart, they taking it back But it was too late for that, they started making, scratch the line Complaining about the game, was saying it’s wack Hold up, half the people that were dissing it Were half the reason that the party was so big And everyone in line was out there trying to get respect And then the party got put on the internet Shit They bum-rushed the door You couldn't move anymore There wasn't room on the floor And out came the neighbors Getting on TV and complaining about the noise Bill O’Reilly and Oprah came down and they started hating The venue wasn't making money cause no one was paying Unless you had Lil’ Wayne or T-Pain in the room Nas came down and said the party was dead Somebody lit a match all you heard was a *BOOM*