Story Behind The Song

Hype Uptempo Hip Hop Song

Song Description

Hype Uptempo Hip Hop Song

Lyrics

Are You Ok, Mecca Are You Ok (Yeah)
Are You Ok, Mecca Are You Ok (Yeah)
Are You Ok, Mecca Are You Ok *Gasping* (Well I'm Breathing)

Verse 2

So many people wanna use me, bruise me
Talk and view me like a movie, truly
Love it when them [bitches] wanna do me, screw me
For the money give they [pussy] to me, Damn it
I know, but like a door I still slam it, ram it
For hours on end, I traffic jam it, webcam it
Cut it like pork then ham it, [shhiiiitttt] yeah
[Bitch] so wet, I hoover dam it, damn it
[Niggaz] keep hatin' Young Mec (Mec)
But I don't care, I keep my business on deck (Deck)
Still deposit rhymes like a personal check
In a three piece suit, yeah the boy's an Exec, heck
Hungry, this game is my buffet (fet)
I'm a heavy meal, them other [niggaz's] souffle (fle)
Rise from the bottom to the top like a toupee
Now I got this game all wrapped like a bouquet, you say

(chorus) 2x

Outro

Vital signs back to normal
Patient is stabilized
We got a winner here folksArtist: Young Mecca
Title: (Mecca) Are You Ok
Songwriter: Keen Cotter

Intro

Dispatch, we got a critical case here
Victim collapsed on scene,
Victim, black male.....*Inaudible hospital jargon*
This Just In, rapper Young Mecca has just been transported
to St. Judes Hospital, situation unknown
Stay tuned for more info......
Paging Doctor Dupes, report to the emergency room, stat

Young Mec Plec, Yo

Verse 1

Ay yo I'm Back, it's the son of a gun
They say I fell off but came around like a bun
Still my throne remained untouched like a nun
Now I [fuck shit] up cuz my [balls] weigh a ton
Jeans kinda heavy (heavy), swag kinda slick (slick)
Call it Nicky Parker cuz my paper kinda thick (thick)
Used to have a chick didn't know she was a trick, (What happened?)
I hopped a jet she hopped another man's ayyyyeeee
Damn this thing is all good (good)
Sometimes I feel kinda misunderstood (stood)
But I, did only what a boss could (What's that?)
Bring the White House to the hood (Presidential)
I'm Presidential and black like Obama
But I go hard, drop bombs like Osama
(yeah) [Kill] them all, then myself right after
(And?) When I'm gone I'll come back like karma, yeah

Chorus

Are You Ok, Mecca Are You Ok (Yeah)
Are You Ok, Mecca Are You Ok (Yeah)
Are You Ok, Mecca Are You Ok *Gasping* (Yeah I'm Breathing)