Текст песни Lyrics Born - Pack Up
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From the gate what you know about rapping motherfuckerYou can`t even hold the microphone without it feedbackingSince the days of speed rapping I`ve been snapping cats spinal bones(em)barras them in front of women take their little titles homeBear in mind I come from an era in timeWhere you actually had to have lyrics that rhymeLet my baritone grind your insides, paralyse your cerebellumThrow with your reality out of a nine mit?Flip shit, on some pimp shit, on some rock shitSome rap rock testosterone rip shitLook inside every magazine you read about meGot an excerpt, your sissy ass crew`s afraid to say the fucking f-wordTired of playing games, I don`t know the passwordHow`s about this open up the damn cash drawerThrow the keys on the dashboardLet the real players play this shitYah can fucking wretch up?[Chorus]Pack up get started walkingFall back now on your lossesYou can`t accomplishBut you won`t defeat no contest babyForfeit don`t rock the call pit???Chalk this up as a conquestSome things is sacredI don`t play with my stage or my audienceSmooth talking charismatic ass illTalk you lady outta braHonda hatchback hand held y`all starvedAnd I`m dangling a shrimp by the fan tailWhole audience about to fall over the handrailI can`t tell is that rapping?Dude sound like a fucking parrot just crash landedMan this shit is ass backwards these days real crazyI can count on one hand cats that`s truly creativeAnd the rest is all get along go along guysHappy not to get involved just along for the rideNo vision, no drive, spirit or wherewithalYou can get mad and stay mad at that I don`t care at allHuge parafoils keep em cool under a parasolParagon of my era like sarah born?How many different kinda tracks have y`all heard me onExactly and I served them all[Chorus]I spent ten years in these god forsaken rap trenchesWith small daily victories this shits a game of inchesI sustained minor injuries scuffles with the missusFor the chance to make history I don`t regret it for a minuteSeeing cats drop a small fortune on plush ride blau?Couple years later fools is upside downTell me what the fuck did you get in this game forIt`s like a whole world of squirrels only one acornI don`t usually like to take it backBut realistically if this was a different eraY`all would fail miserablyGhetto team I`m going in, take me down fifty feetI never let this industry put me in the guillotineRapelle down the skyscraper kicking in the plexiglassPlastique on the safe boom blown to LeningradStuff the cash and the formula in the fifty bagSlide down the rope, twenty stories hail a taxi cab[Chorus]