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Lyrics Born - Pack Up lyrics
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? [Chorus] 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 p |
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