Check Out Melodee

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

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