Packfm

Packfm - Spit In The Wind lyrics

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[Verse 1] 

You've been gathered to this meetin' by a wolf in a sheep skin 

Slick talkin' heathen, even spit when I'm sleepin' 

Dope MC by day and super rapper in the evenin' 

I'm the man that your ex hails when she breathes in 

Plague is the legion that I pledge my allegiance 

We the kings in any region plus it's ass kickin' season 

Shit we lookin for a reason, last cretin caught reachin' 

Got pulled over speedin' while retreatin' from the beatin' 

We diamonds in the rough, packin' seats in arenas 

You rhinestones in sequins open-micin' on the weekend 

I doubt that you could test the fleet without peekin' or cheatin' 

We beefin' if I even think you speakin' out of sequence 

Spit fire like a demon, blessin' raps with the Deacon 

Distinguished on the mic like I'm speakin' king's english 

You wake up with the fever dreamin' that you can defeat us 

But we don't buy that shit either because seein' is believin' 



[Chorus x2] 

Whatever you throw our way, we throw right back 

Catch. Bitch, don't flinch 

Whatever you throw our way, we throw right back 

So don't you spit in the wind 



[Verse 2] 

There ain't too many who can hang, think you better, do your thang 

shit you threw my way came back at you like a boomerang 

Think I'm new to the game? This ain't a fuckin' movie mayne 

Shit you people do for fame, pimp yourself like Pootie Tang 

Ruthless with the Brooklyn slang, rollin' with the crooked game 

Mad because we took your dame, shit we could have took your chain 

Now it's just a fuckin' shame, told your friends we used to hang 

Groupie bitches do the same, shoulda never shook your hand 

What the hell's it gonna take for you to get this through your brain? 

Couldn't get the picture, so I guess I'll just remove the frame 

Who's to blame? You my friend. Ain't nothin' here for you to gain 

Got set up to lose again, by now you should be used to pain 

Can't see me in raps, so in battles better use a cane 

Leave you dancin' on the train, beggin random dudes for change 

Frontin' like a shooter when you know you shoulda took the lane 

Even John Henry couldn't fuck with tracks I used to bang 



[Chorus x2]
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Language: English

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