Packfm

Packfm - Click Clack &; Spray lyrics

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[Mecca:] 

Yo Pack, you see that cat playin' you close, son? 

[PackFM:] 

Where? 

[Mecca:] 

Right there, son! 

[PackFM:] 

Oh man, what?! 

[Mecca:] 

Son, you know we don't allow that 

[PackFM:] 

Yeah, we gonna take him out tonight, son 

[Mecca:] 

No doubt. 



[Hook:] 

Take a walk with me, we goin all city 

Black hat, gloves, flat black's all you need 

Krylon, Rusto', a Pilot, a silver Touch Tone 

My name is famous, my face - unknown 

[x2] 



[Verse 1:] 

This is how it goes, late night, early AM 

Sky's pitch black, reach in the bag, Click-Clack 

Then I start sprayin' 

Paint the wall red, before the cap hits the floor 

I'm runnin' from the law 

There's a alley closeby, I can tell by the stench 

Shortcut to the park, I'm hidin' under the bench 

First my kicks was muddy, now all my gear, too? 

...Shhh - somebody might hear you 

Can't make a sound, cuz they just might find me 

Can't move an inch, there's dog shit right behind me 

Damn! This shit is grimey 

It's like I'm an A&R and all these walls are rappers screamin' out "Sign Me" 



Hold up - gotta let these pigs pass.. 



[Cop 1:] 

He's gotta be here somewhere, we gotta catch his ass 

[Cop 2:] 

Eh, so what? It's just a bunch of paper work 

[Cop 1:] 

You know what? You're right, and I'm tired. Let's go get some donuts 



Cops got tired of waitin', no match for my patience 

I think I'll be safe and head in to the train station 

And you know I ain't payin', but no need for creepin' 

This time of night the lady in the booth is always sleepin' 

9 times outta 10, the platform is empty 

Poles freshly painted and it really looks tempting 

But tonight I got a feeling like somebody's out to get me 

I reach for my marker, but my instincts won't let me 

White guy, by himself - don't care when the train's comin? 

Just don't add up, allow me to explain somethin' 

This guy's an undercover, disguised to bring you under 

No lies, I seen 'em hover, Just tryin to warn you, brotha 

Here comes the train, dip into the last car 

Put my name everywhere, even where the maps are 

And nothin' leaves a mark like Griffin Shoe Polish 

By the time we hit the next stop, the whole car's demolished 

Time to exit proceed with a purpose 

My canvas, a surface most people deem as worthless 

Pop the krylon top, no need to steal, I purchase 

You find that funny? I'm spendin' rap money 

Anyway, cop a squat, got a nice spot - the rooftop 

Won't stop till the sun's up and my name's seen from 2 blocks 

You know what they say, fame is the name of the game 

So clear the way when you hear the click, clack, and the spray 



[Hook] 



[Verse 2:] 

Shouts to Chino BYI, Fatal NFO 

Smith & Sane, Cost & Revs and Astro 

Reese RFC, Sack ACV, Shama R5B 

The squad was TVT 

5MH, literally 5 million heads 

Shouts to Ewok, my first crew - SNF 

T-Kid, Cope FC, Sonic and Web 

JA, TKA, Seek and SEV 

Seer, Daze, Kez-5 and Chez 

Ere, Sever ATC and Tez 

Females held it down, Lady Pink, Miss Maggs 

Take a walk with me, we bout to catch some tags... 



[Hook] 



Take a walk with me 

Let's take a walk [x8] 



PackFM, Qn5, The Plague, SNF - Show No Fear, I-Tour
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Language: English

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