MC Shaky Cheese thug balling with a new single for all his fans.  Shout out to Raytaku, R.I.P. Old friend you won't be forgotten.

Lyrics:

I'm a rapper, but don't treat me like a garbage wrapper
I been in the game before it was all just a disaster
I'mma spit 88, we'll hop into my delorean
Taking you back to the past, seems like you're ignorin' it.

I was a king before there ever were false gods
Too good to be true, but their fans drempt of kissin' frogs
They wanted Prince Charming; they got me instead
Any haters out there can take a bullit in the head

They always thought that maybe Shaky was crazy
Just a loner, a kid on drugs, a little bit lazy in school
No tools could correct em
But that doesn't mean that there's not more to the eye on inspection
I wasn't a good kid but I wasn't a bad brother
I had a crap mother but somehow I still loved her
I'm a product of the streets, followed the beats
Till I was old enough to see who I really wanted to be
News flash it wasn't my father - why bother?
I couldn't even touch em, anyway, he was white collar
He made a livin' lying without dyin' conspirin'
Schemes he liked to dream of but none with me, you see,
I wasn't the son I needed to be, I was nothing
That's alright I didn't need his love, Cause I could be somethin'
I didn't need his approval, I'd rather have tattoo removal
Maybe a blood transfusion, is that delusional?

anyways, I made my own way;
I get what I need from street corners every day
I Work for people Who don't care what I do on the weekends
I'd rather be dead than work for fake suited old men, that's the truth 

Now I work a 40 hour week - it's a 9 to 5
But I prefer the night shift when I can feel alive
The ladies go crazy, the dealin's get kinda shady,
Wake up the next morning; Everything is hazy

Put Shaky in a corner, you'll leave with a black eye
He learned that workin' under pressure was his time to thrive
Where other people fell off he was keen to survive
This King is shakin' things up, takin his fans sky high 

Haters been hatin' Shaky since Shaky was just a baby
But Shaky cannot complain cause the haters are what made me
And Haters got problems, Shaky don't want em
Ya like a rubix cube; ya could be solved but prefer to revolve it
But even broken records spin, like a disco when does this headache end?
Please, stop beggin me to be your friend;
Go cling to followers and Twitter trends
Your reliance digital, its pitiful, really
Can't take me on lyrically, ya words flat like your ability

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am the illest of em all?
This ain't a fairy tale but I can tell you how the story ends
No loose ends, this ain't a time for you to pretend
MGMT called, they want their song back that you hi-jacked
You've gone and derailed and it's time to get back on track
Quit talkin' the smack, you'll have an asthma attack
No inhaler just a plume of missed opportunity
Lunacy doesn't grant you immunity so we are about to commit mutiny 

Syntacital terrors bringin' you back to reality
When my words sting they cut hard; rackin' up the fatalities
So i'mma end it quick let you suck em up like they were Nesquick
Give you a rag to wipe up the mess you've made like pick-up sticks

Maybe Shaky will make your fans disappear for his next trick
In fact, I think he did cause he just left you defenseless
Now Shaky is out, but he'll be back soon for his next diss
If you need a refresher hit rewind for what you just missed

Raytaku's Revenge

An EXCLUSIVE interview at 88.1 WRFL with MCShakyCheese.

*EXCLUSIVE* MCShakyCheese Interview 88.1 WRFL Radio Free Lexington

DIGITAL REMASTERED version of the ORIGINAL Business Time  Rap that set Shaky's career off like WILDFIRE.

Lyrics:

It’s business time, and I’ll just cut to the CHASE
The language ain’t scarce; the resources are great
The science of economics just falls right into place
The market speakin’ to me like we were face to face

We’re talking types of resources: Capital and labor
An entrepreneurial skill to know if the market is stable
And opportunity cost, man, these slopes are dope
No deficits of profits on the product, we hope!

[Chorus] 
B-U-S, I-N-E Double S
I’ve been studying hard, so I can ace this test
I’ve crunchin’ my numbers, sniping up the stock market
You’re just back in the dust, scroungin’ up what you can harvest

Should have run your numbers twice on production possibility
Perhaps to refine the logic of your decision tree
And maybe to address your clear lack of efficiency
I sense a higher calling to examine elasticity

It all comes down to your cognitive ability
Right now I consider you a marketing liability
Get up off your feet and teach yourself some humility
Wipe the tears from your eyes; start writing up your soliloquy

It all comes down to supply and demand
From the greatest corporation to the lemonade stand
There are gains from innovations, good practice and patience
And a deep rooted desire to expand your education

You got a lack thereof; you better check your facts
When you hear the Feds knockin’ hand over your tax
You think your rich Dad’s stacks will grant you some immunity
Use your brain fool, you don’t deserve any impunity.

Capitalism: It’s the place to be,
Slim Shady owns the market floor to ceiling, you see
Invisible hand? That’s just the name of a puppet
The powers at be just lifeless forms like a muppet

You try to stop me, you use a tariff or quota
Forgetting the fact I network like Motorola
Let’s play some Monopoly, Yes I’m the first roller
If you’re in this market, you better be a controller

Merger to merger, I see a lack of competition
Opportunity to take up all the slack that they been missin’
Economic growth, yeah, that’s what I demand
Not some temporary solution to hit up a few grand

Lining up my surplus, quantified with my success
See you’re failing ECO, better try on the next test
Watchin’ your stocks fall, you should give it a rest
All attempts to replicate me are laughable at their best

[Chorus]

External costs are negligible; revenue so accessible
Franchises at fingertips, my profit still so respectable
Are you a producer or consumer?
Do interviews look right through ya?
Are you on social security like one of them baby boomers?

Do you free ride yourself to feigned attempts at solutions;
An abuser of our humble and established institutions
The reason we can’t advance; you’re always sore losin’
A marginal cost increasing our downward movement

I should do the world a favor and grant you your own subsidy
A lump sum of money to put a stop to your family tree
Strategic pricing placed high on the end of your gene pool
It is minimal cost to get rid of you, you antitrust tool

We abide by the market, it’s the law of the land
From the greatest corporations to the lemonade stand
But we still have room to micromanage efficiently
Examining potentials of all our externalities

Raise minimum wage, it’s all part of the plan
You see I got the market in the back of my hand
This is ECO 201 and I’m over and out
Let’s just simplify the rhyme to straight what it’s about

[Chorus and Fade Away]

Business Time REMASTERED

MCShakyCheese taking a shot at all the haters who copy his brilliance.  MAJOR shout out to engineers that make the world go round in this tremendous grill on players that don't know when to peace out.

Lyrics:

Yo, Shaky on standby, and functional like my T.I.
84 reasons that you'll never reach my GPA high
Like a capacitor, I'm just gettin' charged up
But when you call for my potential I'm ready to erupt

They're always saying you can't teach old dogs new tricks
And if you're a dumb dog there's not any tricks that will stick
So get out of my way or I will flip your bit
Better off to switch majors before you're lost in the mix

Your brain is like a void, there's nothing left to be found
I should plug you into high voltage, and then connect you to ground
The only thing left would be the waves of your sound;
A scream begging for mercy when there was none to be found.

Cause I am a voltage source; I am full of potential
My current is currently keeping you unessential
My rhymes keepin' you in question of if you're existential
Or just matter void of use and your prescence inconsequential

You're lack of resistance, makes you undifferentiable
You're admittance is high for stupidity, so sentimental
And you say that you couldn't handle the load?  That's no surprise
Engineering is a field where petty excuses thrive

My power is apparent, it's a shame that you'll be sharin' it
The scope of my vision was wide but you're impairing it
You're an imaginary part that is conducive to laughter
And you're laggin' at an angle that is seldom sought after

You're a factor to be corrected; a design-flaw disaster
We let you loose in the lab but soon you crawl back to the master
The report is made, you're in shame, you stepped down I stepped up faster
We phased you out now live happily ever after

I'm gettin' sick of your LinkedIn Request like you're the best;
You're playin' dress up, look at your last Circuits test
You think you've got a future? you should give it a rest
Cause the thing is that you don't, and perhaps you should reassess

Now Shaky? How can you label me and claim to be
All knowing when in reality the only one that knows is me?
I'm not dumb, am I, and I try really hard
I don't think these classes even matter, like Joker cards

Maybe if only you would help me, then I could be like you
Just send me all your answers, please, I think that I am screwed
I promise it will only be a reference, nothing I'll abuse
Please, just spend a moment in my shoes

Listen up, Shaky has had enough
Lets put a damper on your words and move on to the real stuff
Sit back, I'll transfer some wisdom, that you are missin',
But your system looks to me like you'll need some remote assistance.

You function as a leech,  your lies staying so unconvincing
You oughtta fall on your knees and start beggin' for my forgiveness
But I doubt you got the quickness to realize you're not sinless
Like a faulty circuit arcing to spread your possessed sickness

Is this the end? Nah I think it's just beginning
Cause the truth is we're at war and the fact is that I am winning
Pack your bags, head on home, and please just don't forget my flow
I got more but I will simply SMTP it you, yo!

I'll see you at the drive through
I'll see you at the toll booth
I'll see you when I'm cashin' checks
You'll think of all I told you


Ode to Circuitry

Shaky unveils his dark past to all his fans in his most revealing song yet.  Sit back and let MCShakyCheese take you down memory lane.

Beat From MixlaProductions: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHn1yvF2xCY

Lyrics:
There is a war on Shaky, one that even predates me
One that feeds all of the violence for the players that hate me
Hatred on hatred like it was bricks on bricks
Layin' out a foundation like Egyptians for kicks

The historys not a mystery, you can find it when you need to,
But haters seem to hate when people dig it up like I do
But that's the price you pay for truth, the crosshairs set on you
I got bounties on my head since I was just a kid in school

I'll take you way back, way back before the story was whack
Before Raytaku was dead and I was hooked on the crack
When I was on Maple, livin out Aesop's fables
A moral example and without record labels

Where do I start? Man, where do I begin?
Well, I guess it all began when my cousin lost his friend
A bouncer of sorts, he was muscle without memory
Gunned down by Big Z, the head of the local drug ring

Smack dab in the night, blood ain't got no business hours
They carried out his coffin, his mother holdin' his flowers
All the girlies cryin' like it was a baby shower
But there weren't no tears of joy, just anger and lost willpower

It was never the same, only Big Z to blame
And a bouncer bein' stupid makin' deals for the fame
Part of this business is knowin' who you can cross
You jaywalk a bad homie and like a salad you're tossed

My cousin, I love him, but he was out for revenge
Can't let bygones be bygones with the death of a friend
He started scopin' Z's business lookin' for a way in
In a few weeks he found it and built some trust up with him

Dealin' at night,  bein' a thug by the day
He worked his way to the top and got his plan underway
He found a deal he could throw up to the cops like fodder
He could send Big Z out like he was a pig to the slaughter

The big day came and went, turns out the cops were crooked
Then Big Z put out a contract for the snitch that had booked it
Cause snitches get stitches, and we ain't talkin' like Lilo
Cousin's droppin' more f bombs than a film with Dinero

Cousin went under, he had to hide from his blunder
But it wasn't two days before they had brought down the thunder
Uzis like movies, shells droppin' like call of duty
And the whole hood on lock down because it got kinda spooky

Cousin bounced town, he caught the train somehow
But the dealers found his house and decided to burn it down
Ever since then it's been a neighborhood feud
And his family got the butt end of the stick he was due

Fast forward three years, and now out pops Shaky
Just a target for the dealers who were tryin' to break me
The thing about Shaky is that you cannot sedate me
So they pressured my addiction n got me foamin' like rabies

But even with addiction I was a kid on a mission
And I spit the truth on a mic to anyone who was listenin'
My words burned hard, Cause I find the ways to ignite
This kid learned to rap before he learned riding a bike

I hadn't made it big but they knew I was a threat
Sent some homies out to kill me huntin' like Boba Fett
A choice that all the dealin' goonies out there no doubt regret
My truth was set to kill like Solo teachin' Greedo respect

In a few years the cops sobered up in the town
But crime is like a wart and it's hard to keep it down
I wish that they had busted all the clowns in the raids
Cause the tables got flipped and it was Shaky that paid 

Raytaku was my best friend, my best pal, my homie
He was with me from the start and everytime I got lonely
Every step I took outside and Ray was behind
Until they rolled on up in our hood to kill us in a drive by

As soon as we saw em comin' we hit the pavement runnin'
But the bullets landed near us and they had the engine gunnin'
I bolted to the right to hit the 7-Eleven
But Raytaku caught the wheels and he went straight up to Heaven

Now Shaky is alone but you can bet he ain't lost
He knew where to go watchin' 'em peel out in exhaust
His childhood died and faded out in the tailights
Now he's biding his time to bring Big Z to the daylight

You hear that Big Z?  This is Raytaku's Revenge
You can't keep me down by goin' off and killing my friend
In fact you boost me up, I got my fans to replace him
And they're too far spread and wide for even bullets to shake em

So there it is now it's layin' out on the floor
You got a good grip on my history and the frontline of war
Don't judge me from comin' from the place you abhor
I got good things comin' to ya and you can bet there'll be more

History Of Shaky

MCShakyCheese honoring The Tremendous Ten with a Wildcats tribute going out to the greatest college basketball team in history, all set to the tune of Vanilla Ice's Classic: Ice, Ice Baby.

No proceeds gained from song creation.  All rights belong to original copyright holders.

Lyrics:

Yo, UK, Let's kick it!

Cats Cats Baby... Cats cats baby

Alright Stop, Call a timeout and listen
Cal is back with a brand new invention
Towns grabs a hold of it tightly
Drives like a tank, daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo - I think no
Draw out the foul, and he'll blow
To the extreme he's got the size like Randle
Light up the court with his dunks you can't handle

Dance, Go flood the streets with blue
We're killin' your bracket like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when Aaron's three is necessity
Anything less than his best is a felony
Love 'em, or leave em', you better give way
You better hit bull's eye, those Cats don't play
If there was a problem, Booker will solve it
Check out his three's while the replay revolves it

Cats Cats baby...  The Wild Cats Cats baby...
The Wild Cats Cats baby...  The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild

Now that the team is jumpin'
With the ball passed in, and the offense is pumpin'
Quick to the rim, to the rim, no faking
Shootin' FGs, cause their defense is shaken
Burning them, they ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when they flash our symbol
And our game stats, played with souped up tempo
They're on a roll, they ain't in it solo
Drainin' their 3.0's
With the shotclock high so their rhymth can flow
Cheerleaders on standby, waving just to say, "Hi!"
Did he stop? No - Lyles just drove by
Kept on pursuing to his best spot
He busted left, Razors trying for their next block
Their block was dead, Yo, so we continued to NCAA Champion Avenue!

Cats are hot shocking fans like Houdini
Ulis rocking speed like Lamborghinis
Jealous, cause he's making good time
Ulis with a lob then its Willie at the line
Ready for the jumps on the ball
Duke acting ill cause they're used to the thrown calls
Jumpshots rang out like a bell
Dakari fallin', all I heard was yells
Falling on the court floor real fast
Now he's up, ready for a pass
Body to body, the lane's gettin' packed
We're tryna pull away but the refs are stacked
Lee settin' the screen, you know what I mean?
They get tripped up, getin' mad cause they got creamed 

If there was a problem, Karl will solve it
Check out his hooks while the replay revolves it

Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby...
The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby... The Wild

Take heed, we're the champs and we show it
Trophy is on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the hype sound
Enough to shake and burn couches to the ground
'Cause our style is keepin' it real
Pro skill you can vision and feel
Practiced and performed, its one Hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to play with this
Andrew plays for the fade, feet like a ninja
Cuttin like a razor blade so fast, other PGs say "Damn."
He's got a breakaway, get ready for the slam
Keep my composure when we cut the net loose
Magnetized by the trophy shining like Zeus

If there was a problem, Cats will solve it
Check out the banner while the replay revolves it

Cats Cats baby... The Wild Cats Cats baby...
The Wild Cats Cats baby...  The Wild Cats Cats baby...

The Wild Cats

Yo, Let's get it out of here...

Wild Cats 40 and 0
Wild Cats 40 and 0 and 0
Wild Cats 40 and 0
Wild Cats 40 and 0 and 0

Cats Cats Baby

MCShakyCheese pays homage to the one and only Mini Man-Van, his primary choice in travel that surpasses all luxury vehicles in style, including Air Force One. Equipped with "two wide, two slidding," doors, a swath of trunk space, and a 3.8 Liter V6 Essex engine, it is no surprise that the Ford Windstar was the 1998 United States Postal Service vehicle of choice. This song gives a salute to all Mini Vans and their important role in American families across the nation.

Man Van Command Center

MC Shaky Cheese makes a surprise appearance after being called out by the crime lord Wash.cLoth. In this narrative epic, Shaky reveals that hitting it big is not as pleasurable as it seems when traversing the "Hard Days," of this world.

Track by Danny E.B Tracks 

Hard Day

MCShakyCheese is an emerging artist from the Big Lexington, Kentucky.  Shaky enjoys long walks on the beach, gadgets that make him feel like Batman, and spittin' hard truth into the mic at the studio.  His rhymes are the illest you will hear on the East Coast, so drop in and listen to the soothing voice of the closest you can get to Old School Hip Hop without a Time Machine.

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