LYRICS BORN - Pack Up lyrics

rate me

From the gate what you know about rapping motherfucker

You can't even hold the microphone without it feedbacking

Since the days of speed rapping I've been snapping cats spinal bones

(em)barras them in front of women take their little titles home

Bear in mind I come from an era in time

Where you actually had to have lyrics that rhyme

Let my baritone grind your insides, paralyse your cerebellum

Throw with your reality out of a nine mit?

Flip shit, on some pimp shit, on some rock shit

Some rap rock testosterone rip shit

Look inside every magazine you read about me

Got an excerpt, your sissy ass crew's afraid to say the fucking f-word

Tired of playing games, I don't know the password

How's about this open up the damn cash drawer

Throw the keys on the dashboard

Let the real players play this shit

Yah can fucking wretch up?


Pack up get started walking

Fall back now on your losses

You can't accomplish

But you won't defeat no contest baby

Forfeit don't rock the call pit???

Chalk this up as a conquest

Some things is sacred

I don't play with my stage or my audience

Smooth talking charismatic ass ill

Talk you lady outta bra

Honda hatchback hand held y'all starved

And I'm dangling a shrimp by the fan tail

Whole audience about to fall over the handrail

I can't tell is that rapping?

Dude sound like a fucking parrot just crash landed

Man this shit is ass backwards these days real crazy

I can count on one hand cats that's truly creative

And the rest is all get along go along guys

Happy not to get involved just along for the ride

No vision, no drive, spirit or wherewithal

You can get mad and stay mad at that I don't care at all

Huge parafoils keep em cool under a parasol

Paragon of my era like sarah born?

How many different kinda tracks have y'all heard me on

Exactly and I served them all


I spent ten years in these god forsaken rap trenches

With small daily victories this shits a game of inches

I sustained minor injuries scuffles with the missus

For the chance to make history I don't regret it for a minute

Seeing cats drop a small fortune on plush ride blau?

Couple years later fools is upside down

Tell me what the fuck did you get in this game for

It's like a whole world of squirrels only one acorn

I don't usually like to take it back

But realistically if this was a different era

Y'all would fail miserably

Ghetto team I'm going in, take me down fifty feet

I never let this industry put me in the guillotine

Rapelle down the skyscraper kicking in the plexiglass

Plastique on the safe boom blown to Leningrad

Stuff the cash and the formula in the fifty bag

Slide down the rope, twenty stories hail a taxi cab


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