Artist: Rock Mecca Album: Pirate Radio Star Song: Alone Out There Typed by: Rockmeccampd@gmail.com Ya out there? Ya out there? Where ya at? This is for the real Verse 1 We on a search mission For a breed that's long been missin Spark your izm and embark on this expedition To the lost world, cities where zombies live in Take a wrong turn enter the walls of prisons Lost religions, blocks of abandoned buildings Cops and children Battle on blocks like pilgrims vs the injuns Venture inside this kingdom Thirst for vengeance led to their own instinction Best description reads like a wanted poster Life on the fast lane speeds like a rollercoaster Life and times recorded in rhyme Which we dug in these archeological finds Endangered species who didn't get the memo And now that they deceased we ID 'em by they demos Platinum time capsules Mass grave for burial sites Excavate they tombstones for bones and iron mics Hook: War torn, city streets with the hardest blocks When I speak ain't no warning shots Send a message for my people from all the spots Whether east coast, west coast, north, south Where you at? For those who can weather the storm From the ones who wanted beef To my brothers in arms Know before you put this on Better back up and read the seal This is for the real Verse 2 They use to mention the skills Before they would mention the bills Or would mention the steel Or would bend for a deal Told the truth without fear Rhymed without care Rhymed without when the sound went out... you out there? No response I can't tell if dead or in jail Dumbed down 'til they brain dead, still couldn't sell Disappeared in a spell Couldn't find 'em, believe I went looking an failed From the top of the mainstream down to the underground Man its weird the real ain't nowhere to be found Just some clowns who try to replicate the sounds Plus some old folks who forgot how to get down That's when I realized I'm the last of the boxers When artists are boxed in or dead in a box So now, I am legend Last man living Crown me king Bow down or fetch your weapon Hook: War torn, city streets with the hardest blocks When I speak ain't no warning shots Send a message for my people from all the spots Whether east coast, west coast, north, south Where you at? For those who can weather the storm From the ones who wanted beef To my brothers in arms Know before you put this on Better back up and read the seal This is for the real Outro: I can't hear you...these guys are crazier than you man come on!... where are you? come on!… hey hey hey hey come on!...hey hey hey