Packfm

Packfm - The 2004 Rap Up lyrics

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[PackFM]

Why is PackFM the definition of live

Why aint nobody touchin the Q in 2 thousand and 5

Why is VH1 playin more rap than B.E.T.

And why nobody gave Elite props for makin this beat

Why everything on TV be makin me sick

Why are people still lettin Michael Jackson babysit

And if Janet was surprised, why she dress up her titty

Why the black youth won't vote unless they hear it from Diddy

And did we really expect them to turn out? Oh hell no

The election was the same night as the David Chapelle Show

Why Kobe still beefin with Shaq?

Both of them rich, both of them rap, matter of fact both of them wack

Why clef fuck with Jin's career the way he did Canibus

Why Guerilla Black gettin more shine than Angelous

Why ain't music as Important as the he say she say

Why people still sleep on Wordsworth and Jean Grae

Why underground niggaz aint got not taste

Why _ sellin more records than Ghostface

Why Trump got a job tellin people they fired

And why did Mase comeback last longer than Jay-Z's retirement

Why ask why, I just wanna know how come

The Roc signed everybody, split up and ain't drop their albums

Why nothin in the Passion of Christ seem to surprise me

Why I still eat McDonald's after seeing Supersize Me

Now cocaine is a hell of a drug

But tell me why it took the lives or Rick James and ODB

Why Jessica Simpson's ass lookin fatter than Britney's

Why her little sister go and pull a Milli Vanilli

Why award shows with Suge Knight end up with good fights

And why do niggaz know what gay star Lloyd Banks look like

Why everybody got a Sidekick, even the toy phones

And why is Ron Artest hittin harder than Roy Jones

They both droppin albums, tryin to get crunk

And why the hell are these celebrities still fallin for Punk'd

Why do rappers gang bang up in video games

Why it seems like every year is exactly the same

Aint nothin new, it's all been said before

Now I know why Skillz aint wrap up 2 double oh 4

[PackFM]

I musta been outta my mind, sittin wastin my time

Writin like this line is the line that'd gettin me signed

Rockin beats on cassette steady pressing rewind

Couldn't finish rhymes, I cried when the batteries died

But fuck it

Just lock me in the booth and let me black out

Fuck a battle, I ain't walk 8 miles since the black out

Got a hold on this rap shit, my album will make you tap-out

Each track is the equivalent to viles from the crackhouse

Spit raps from the streets, and boost my sales in the 'burbs

The hood dont wanna hear it 'cause it's too many words

It's like get nice or get paid, I'm weighing my priorities

On either side of the game I stay in the minority

Who want this more than me? I don't rap just to rhyme

Fuck your top 4 MC's I'm at least 3 of mine

Industry rule 4,079

This whole game was designed by the blind leadin the blind

[Chorus]

So quit tryin to say you're

Down Down

Quit tryin to say you're

Down

And get out

Ya'll must have been blind

Or out of your mind

This year is mine

QThousaN'5

So quit tryin to say you're

Down Down

Quit tryin to say you're

Down

And get out

It's no surprise

Ya'll fallin for lies

Just wake the fuck up

And open your eyes

[PackFM]

My cell phone bill's due, my 2way's gone

P got styles on lock like a new Akon

Fuck a bitch, bust a nut bonus 2 acorns

Nigga retired last year, why's there new jay songs?

My god this nigga's floodin my IPod

niggaz tradin their throwbacks for button up Izods

Digi Cam and a tripod, reality show

Called "Why The Fuck These Lil niggaz Wanna Battle Me For?"

Head claim that they be diggin but they'd rather be told,

Who's hot, so niggaz lie about what they actually sold

It's to the point I gotta laugh at who be packin these shows

The bookbags be in effect, but they lackin the hoes

The only cat lookin like me patted you down at the door

And the only requisite to being classic is old

I don't know why I even bother puttin wax on the shelf

For the past 10 years all I hear is "Tried By Twelve"

Labels frontin so I put the shit out by myself

They want numbers, 'fuck I'm supposed to do? Go buy myself?

I spent about a grand for promo, record got played once

My spine hurts from leaning back for the past 8 months

I scrub my timbs, wash the same coat I rocked last winter

Bart Simpson's still 10 and the Knicks need a center

See the shit never change, I still hop the train

Broke as fuck, but I still rock my name on my chain

It's simple and plain, I just wanna entertain

I wanna tour, but I aint got enough sick days

I got better things to do than just sit and complain

So I'm out, fuck ya couch!

Rest in peace Rick James

BITCH

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