27 September 2005

My First Single, "Wake Forest's Finest" the rough draft

9/27/2005


Wake Forest’s Finest

Welcome to the track, Showtime’s my name,
Spittin, flowin, and pimpin my game.
Let me introduce you to my crew,
The illest, the few, everyone wish they knew.
First off my man Savic,
Straight outta Africa with a European accent.
Plays golf by day, plays ho’s by night
Hits it so long, way outta sight.
Stays in Deacon ridge with the baler Matt Lopat,
Former D1 Kicker, game on and off the field,
Don’t test the poker champ, Lopat keeps it real.
Wins cash by the grand, stays strapped in name brands.
Burberry to sleep, Fresh NewBalance on his feet.
Catghes straights on the flop, flushes on the river
Bud light so much, goin buy a new liver.

JD Reid’s up next, cupid’s arrows in his quiver,
When he walks in a room, all the honnies catch a shiver.
Push the phattest whip in the crew
But just room for two
All the ladies want to ride, and they wish they knew.
Don’t lie ma, you do too.
All the campus got a crush,
It must be a rush, he turns their knees to mush
But if he’s got a lady, he keeps it really hush hush.
Talks to them in public and they start to blush
J-Money in this rhymes, steady pickin’ up dimes
But he’s about out of time, gotta move on to the next line.

Chorus:
We wake forest’s finest,
Under blankets like Linus,
We roll deep from Tap Room to Burke Street
Fox and the Hound, yeah we gets around,
Pound for Pound, you can’t touch us,
Well known and respected on campus
Wake Forest’s finest
True ballers and a dime piece.

Now let’s cruise down Barclay terrace
1131 the jumpoff and don't phase the grandparents
SawDogg on the porch, manning the grill,
Purple label shit, and he can pick up the bill.
Scotch on the rocks, bank account like Fort Knox.
Ruby Cupid down the Hall, she’s quick and she’s tall,
Watch your game son, you won’t be the first guy to fall.
Only female in the crew, that ain’t nothing new,
Disrespect her, it's the last thing you’ll do.
She breaks hearts left and right,
Got dudes fiendin’ at first sight.
In the room next door, we call him C-Funk,
Half of C-Squared, and we gets crunk.
Got a princess at his side, ant they both down to ride,
Call him S.Cag his directing skills never lag.
Movies on Lock, but he stays on the block
C-Funk got game, and he knows how to rock.
Down in the dungeon, Feeley got the ladies lunging,
As he pass by, they tryin’ to catch his eye
See him on the quad, rockin his iPod
Drops the best one-liners, and he don’t even try,
Porch swing all day, and we don’t know why.
Master Of Rituals, Alpha Kappa Psi
One thing’s for sure, a hell of a guy.

Chorus
(Wake Forest’s Finest, errbody wants to wine and dine us)

The crew still growin, and Showtime still flowin’
Intramurals? Scorin more goals than Michael Owen.
4 Cats in the Corners ,we’ll start with Deez Larson,
His skills so hot, been accused of arson.
FD1 QB, and he gets hotter girls than Carson.
His roommate goes by the name B.McRae,
And pay attention to everything he’s got to say,
He drops more metaphors than Cassius Clay,
And he’s the champ like Ali back in the day.
Practice beer pong solo, and ain’t nothing wrong,
He’ll take you down and still stand six cups strong.
Sink the last shot, do a little dance
Look out, now he’s in your girl’s pants.
In the building next door,
Myers and Malarkey making your sister look like a whore.
Jeff’s always on the grind, just like Showtime
Can’t stop speaking his mind.
Pittsburg for life and that ain’t no joke,
On his hands and knees praying Rothlesburger don’t choke.
Multisport athelete, Upper St. Clair,
Betweem them pipes, its just not fair.
Last but not least, from B-More in the east
Myers stock’s on the rise like yeast
And it's a bull market, so he makes a good target,
But no chance to hit, Ryan Myers fast as shit.
Girls want to know who he is,
Tell ‘em his doper than anyone in showbiz

Chorus

So that’s my crew, and you know how we do
You can talk shit til your face turn blue,
It ain’t nothing new
You shoulda asked somebody, thought you knew,
Every word I spit is 100 percent true.
If you wanna fuck with us, better bring more than a few.

Chorus








Copyright 2005 C.A. Cline