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take our place - packfm lyrics

[intro]
check it out, here we go
one, one two
dominion…
pack fm
the name is mecc
and your boy substantial
qn5 music
try’na take our place

[packfm]
yo, sometimes i feel like i just rap for the f-ck of it
the fact is, i must, despite the lack of the luck
cause if i threw it all away it’d come back, and i’m stuck with it
the love of my life but she act like a f-ckin’ b-tch
the game’s on some sucker sh-t. everybody know it is
so cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it
i walk across to snap the props i know i’m supposed to get
for quotes i’m the poster kid, for dope, i’m as close it gets
i don’t sit with the cool kids, i’m antisocial
the thin line between retro and old school
this is fresh, authentic, validated, certified
satisfaction guaranteed, every track is murdered by
no other. that’s word to my mother’s
second cousin’s brother’s next door neighbor’s butler
i’m a do-or-die hustler and a stupid fly brother
known to crucify suckers, so just move aside, busta
you ain’t qn5? f-ck ya
i’m driven without a chauffeur, i want it i go for broke
i’ll sn-tch the pennies out your loafers, n-gga, what
i’m a winner without a coach in my corner
go toe-to-toe if you wanna but we all know where you ended
up

[hook 2x]
they wanna take our place? try if you wanna
we’ll break your face, get the f-ck up out of here
y’all ain’t rappers, y’all ain’t mcs
not even hip-hop. you serious? b-tch, please

[substantial]
ain’t a rapper you can think of i can’t outshine
how the f-ck they get fans when they cannot rhyme?
i stay with standout lines, and i’ll knock your -ss out
now look me in the face and tell me am i lyin’?
i emanate power, eliminate cowards
show ’em how men rhyme, it’s in my enzymes
original man the lyrical stan gets mine
cripple your fam and pitiful plan in time
start running when i’m coming you hear wind chimes
you folks tryin’a run up an icy incline
you slippin’. running your mouth, but who listens?
i make heat, pick up my album, use mittens
why burn it? my studio’s next to my furnace
you must be frivolous. hi, i’m ernest
or you can call me frank, i don’t front on my backers
think we the same, you a f-ckin’ lie, slacker!

[hook 2x]

[mecca]
the child abuser is back from manhandling kids!
ain’t do your homework, now daddy gotta handle his biz
throwing grands on your wrist? grandstanding but a hand cannon
throw polka dots in tan phantoms. last man standing
satellite fly, tight as pants on reggae dancers
first question got you n-ggas faking answers
how many of y’all is cancers? barrel craft, sour–ss n-ggers
you’s a f-cking joke, hope you choke and take your raps with ya
i don’t get ya. too busy skipping through your dvd looking for strippers
f-ck video, you ain’t getting the picture
can’t take the place of the face-breaker, you stupid?
you paint a pretty picture but weakness bleeds through it
you almost got a label to put some g’s to it
but as soon as they said you’re the bomb, your team blew it
talk sh-t, then regret it
meanwhile, it’s fact because i said it
when my nuts hang, my pants look pregnant

- packfm lyrics

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