Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pack Up , by - Lyrics Born. Song from the album Later That Day..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.04.2018
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
Pack Up |
| 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 |