Packfm - I F*cking Hate Rappers lyrics

rate me

I fucking hate rappers, you fuck and date rappers

I do a show, peep the crowd, fucking great- rappers

Anyone who ain't rappers, let's have a show of hands

Cause there's too many emcees, not enough fans

Used to be about the posses, crews, cliques, and the clans

Now these 'Lil-Young-Boyz' thinkin' they the fuckin' man

They're the reason fans only gave Lupe a chance

Cause they thought "Kick, Push" was the name of a dance

Well my click, clack, spray ain't the wave of the hands

It's the way of the land - while I stay in demand

Now they say I'm the man. I'm beginning to be

The PackFM in his prime you're pretending to be

So when you see that nigga me, recognize the history

Ever since I hit the scene I've been deemed an entity

Even did this shit for free, dawg, do your research

Hip hop changed my life, Dilla changed your t-shirt

What's the big deal, I just say what y'all thinkin

You're stompin with your mind, but tip toe with the inkpen

And won't shit change, except for niggas steady 'riffing

Shit ain't funny, I'm a stand up guy like Eddie Griffin

So if you hear a name mentioned, it ain't to gain attention

My intention is the same even if I'm blacklisted

So dead all that talk about "Ooh Pack dissed em"

There's a lot of shit we're about to get out of Pack's system

I try to black it out stay in a zone of my own y'all

But then some little bitch gets a text or a phone call

And won't pick it up, she let's it ring for the whole song

And next thing I find my self singing along

Like hold on...

Bitch, if you don't pick up your fuckin' phone

Don't you see me talkin' here? Goddammit!

We gotta hold someone accountable for this absurd amount of bull

They tell me words are powerful but this is insurmountable

So call me a hater, say I'm mad, it won't phase me

Cause the first step to changing things is getting people angry

So when I'm on this fuckin mic, speakin' through the wire

I'm a get an 'Amen' because I'm preaching to the choir

But I know my voice is reaching, when the heathens call me Sire

And they leave behind the legions of the demons in the fire

The fans don't demand it stops, the standards drop

The second they accept it, shit, it's gettin' hectic

Supporters turn skeptic when the talent is neglected

They don't know what to expect from the nigga's they respected

The mark of the artist is who pushes the hardest

Not who strays the farthest, but stays true regardless

I step outside the box, you'll never question where my heart is

Like certain heads who try to set themselves apart for starters

If you played Common now, for Common Sense in '92

The 'Bitch In Yoo' woulda been the 'Bitch In Yoo Part Two'

But when the main aim is fame, you can't kick the same shit

When no one's listening, you gotta make some changes

Pride gets you nowhere, niggas become shameless

Used to go against the grain, now you ride the wavelength

At the end of the day, stand by your statements

"If I don't like it, I don't like it – that don't mean I'm hating"

You gotta be more than I'll to make green like Chlorophyll

You can take all the skill, invent some sort of pill

Throw it in a bottle, slap a sticker on it

And it's STILL irrelevant, that's why you need a model to sell the shit

I'm beating a dead horse! So, I'm a scream til I'm hoarse

From tellin these dead beats get lost

Just abandon ship, let's ban this bitch

A sellout can't exist if he can't get rich

I just can't stand this shit! Hit the panic switch!

And put an end to this chapter, from here on after

Then no one will have to deal with the wrath of

These half-assed fucking bandwagon riding rappers