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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 SongtexteJust 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 Aus Songtexte Mania