Check Out Melodee

MC Melodee

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    And now for my next number I'd like to return to the classics
    As Rakeem would say, check out ma Melodee

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    Nobody digs Melodee cause I’m number one

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    Check out Melodee, yea that's me
    On the mike I get swipped to the next degree
    Blast with and get the beat at E M C E E
    Make a man hot, don't stop, begin a bubbly
    Gotta bid up, step up the coo, you cuddly
    The beat chopped up to rhymes of 3rd degree
    My mind’s set on top, I've got some modesty
    Shit spot the pop but say it honestly
    Step on the scene, it's 16 bein' a fiend
    For the microphone alone, know what I mean
    My style on page, ever heard of the scene?
    Ring it hot but never obscene wuddup
    My back-up is my routine
    Shit's sorta mad, I spit like a machine
    Have no static, yea my shit is clean
    When I come at you recognize a queen

    Turn up the bass, check out Melodee, hand me a drink
    Make sure my mike is on while I'm doin' my thing
    I drop devious rhymes with a cavamo skin
    Cops came to bust the two, my shoe strings
    They try to stop me from rockin', never my friend
    Come again? I put no nowhere to begin
    Like a baseball I’m playa, takin’ the swing
    Getting it in, home run, I'm makin’ ants spin
    When I hit the party my eyes detect
    The mike a person grab, the one it could rap
    Back to the class, explain my respect
    But no, who's up next when I attack?
    Fellows love me, bug me while I plotch the lap
    Don't act ugly, love me for the stage of rap
    To my doggies, I know y'all ready for a come back
    But you’d better step down, let me handle that

    My melody is me, your favorite dame on the mike
    My flow's mad tight to your ear's delight
    I punch with my gloves tough like in a street fight
    When I bust some teeth lookin' for a place to hide
    I pick a set deep when I need the ride
    Check her cool friend's teeth when it's cold outside
    So hard it hurts, so believe I might
    Cookin Soul leaves marks like a dog bite
    Pre brain flave fleeve chef's outdone
    Lovin' it, oh this shit like a hotdog bun
    Tapin' off right there where the 'R' begun
    Young poets listen up, get your homework done
    Stand back, where you at? Wanna rap for fun
    Take a hike with my mike, wanna hit 'n' run?
    Not that, never that, cause I'm not done
    Because I'm number one competition is none

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