REP DA RAP SWEET
[Solace Zeta]
Verse 1:
The reigns was up-for-grabs/
On the rap, ask the people, they had too much-of-fads/
Watch us crush-the-stag-/
-nant, malignant, un-equivalent competition/
As we bump-&-listen/
Pump-the-system/
While we dump the chump description/
Uhn, it stumps by giving thumps in lumps to opposition/
Rocks as it talks-to-citizens/
Hits-'em-&/
Chalks it up to tough discipline/
Remembering/
Fantastic cla**ics/
Gang Starr, NaS, Wu, Snoop-&-Dre/
2pac, B.I.G., L, Pun, oops-&-hey/
Props to the 80's-groups/
Not these shady-troops/
Behaving like Simon Grady's-crazy-gluts/
(“You don't remember me?”)/
I mean-a**/
(“You're f**ing hilarious!”)
Won't let the scheme-last/
Mega ill sk**s like Sega on the Dreamcast/
And Genesis/
Went by Zeta, now it's Solace/
As my artist-name/
Devised and exercised how to get the smartest-game/
And the largest-gain/
Even learned from the Cold Crush Four war with Furious-Five/
Caught the serious-vibe/
Now MCs break out into curious-hives/
From exposure to the Kraftwerk/
The closer with the kick a**-smirk/
‘Cause they doubt-the-grace/
Will cause illness as we spill-this throughout-the-place…
)(I gotta show you somethin…No you ain't showing me nothin')(
HOOK:
[The hair on your shoulder-raises/
Giving you chills colder-than-places/]
[Where they pack-meat/
Representing 3-0-3, 7-20, 9-70, the rap's-sweet/]
[On the mic when delivered he's to be considered an elite athlete/]
[No love for MCs that's way past-weak/
Huhn, they can kiss my a**-cheek/]
Verse 2:
Colorado's coming through, the grace-I-adorn/
Live and direct what'd you expect from the place-I-was-born/
The smoothest groove is our attitude/
So fly we amplify the amplitude/
All the same cause we train at high altitude/
Hungry like grubbing-crews/shoveling-food/
Got the appetite to rap-it-right & run you out the building like the Nuggets-do/
Thuggish-who?/
Naw, don't say-jack or play-that, but f**-it-dude/
Damn, you took-it the wrong-way/
Look-at the booklet to see what the song-say/
Here for a long-stay/
Like magic the fabrics gain the rapid-weight/
Out to fascinate/
Foes I exacerbate/
Only things they stimulate/
Is themselves when they masturbate/
Hah, clever never fell-behind/
So follow-this, even astrologists say my stars are well-aligned…
[HOOK]
Verse 3:
Solace can make girls-grin/
Sweep 'em off their feet in a whirlwind/
For Lakewood to shine/
Make-good on the rhymes/
Like a match-stick or axe-kick to their face as the whack-spit/
Snooty, poopy, booty-rap/
Only hits they get is groupie-snatch/
Catch the hoochie-clap/
From not wearing a coochie-hat/
Oopsie-jack/
All jealous fellas cause real women are all, ‘who-be-that?'/
With the groovy-phat/
Lyrics, selection like a movie-rack/
Monumental potential like Kool-G-Rap/
Infatuation with imagination like when Snoopy-sat/
On the roof, juiced & played-Red-Baron/
See me in the spring with a shaved-head-wearing/
Nuggets-jerseys/
You'd love-it-surely/
(“Come on watch the birdie”)/
But before this ends-&-all-that/
Do some major-good like shout out to my neighborhood by Simms-&-Colfax/
Much love sending out grins-&-a-bowl-packed/
No need to let greed expend-the-whole-sack/
Love humanity & win-its-soul-back/
Just being wild-style-giddy/in the mile-high-city/
Cause ladies can jock-&-squeal/
While I'm walking-heel/to toe on the flow talking-real/
So get the crisper picture as it hits-ya like a glockenspiel…