Packfm

Packfm - Forevershine songtekst

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Yeah! 

PackFM! It's Qn5! The Plague! 

Kno, you laced it! 

Oh! 



[Hook:] 

I'll shine ("PackFM" scratched*) [x8] 

Forever! 



[Verse 1:] 

I'm back and it's on, the man you always askin' em for 

Now you relieved, like you was scratchin' your back wit a fork 

We argue who's gonna son you, like your parents divorce 

I'm off the radar, you the cartoon in the back of the Source 

"It's no fair, Pack's a vet, I never battle before" 

That's no excuse, shut up, bitch - you just mad 'cuz you lost 

Don't ever sit in a room with your back to the door 

You could get shot through the peephole, I seen it happen before 

Ain't nuthin' new to me, I school MCs 

But they viewin me 

They in the back of the class and their glasses is off 

You the reason the underground is in the back of the store 

My name on a CD means it's dope before the plastic is off 

I could've freestyled this verse, but I'm sick wit the written 

You ain't spittin', you grab the microphone, you hack and you cough 

MC's thinkin' that they GI's wit fatigues instead of Levi's 

Who you kiddin? Do you really think you lastin' a war? 

I spit rhymes in the booth until my larynx hoarse 

Grab the mic on stage till all my callouses sore 

Hands cramped till I can't peel the bandages off 

Last man standin' till I can't stand it no more 



[Hook:] 

C'mon, you want war? (I'll shine!) 

If the tracks yours or it's mine (I'll shine!) 

Whether I got a deal or unsigned (I'll shine!) 

As long as I stay on my grind (I'll shine!) 

Whether it's the Range or the train (I'll shine!) 

Even if I don't rock a chain (I'll shine!) 

Qn5, E-Famm, and the Plague (I'll shine!) 

I'ma stay on top of my game (Forever) 



[Verse 2:] 

Ayo, we spread DNA, straight from the Plague, runnin' shit 

Wanna battle for funds? Your ones, you runnin' it 

Punchline rapper that could also spit the gutter shit 

You ain't comin' out till 2009, your deal's a punishment 

Got a thousand bars, 15 minutes of fame 

That's like 2 cents to give, and 20 million to gain 

And I ain't done till I see you got a busted ear drum 

Your neck's numb, and a rewind symbol pressed inside your thumb 

As a matter of fact, you could do the math on that 

There's women on my dick, and twins is goin half on a sack 

Think you on my level, not yet 

I blow spots, you bomb threat, you got floor seats, I got next 

I smoke MCs you pothead 

You leprechaun, I'm Loch Ness - I'm dot com, you dot net 

I got on, you got vexed - I got it sewn up 

You got the Y2K bug, you shoulda been blown up... 



[Hook] 



[Verse 3:] 

Alright, let's make this official, I'm bad to the gristle 

I'm reppin the Plizzle, can't guess my initials 

Fah shizzle, my nizzle, Won't help if I diss you 

Won't nobody miss you 

Like Kriss Kross and Chip Fu 

it's foul blow the whistle, may sting just a little 

Yup! I'm a small dude, but I fight like I'm 6'2" 

A mean individual, wit green by the fistful 

My team take an L? What you thinkin is wishful 

You bark like a pitbull, but bite like a shizu 

Breath smellin like my dick do, your girl must've kissed you 

Hollow tip bullets versus nuclear missiles 

How you gonna stop the Plague, when you can't cure the sniffles? 

Rhymes stored in the mental, no need for a pencil 

Or Pen, when I write shit, the ink start to sizzle 

Put your CD away, nobody want to hear your shit, dude 

I get 50 a day, them niggaz claim they could spit too 

Demo - 70 minutes, only took 2 to skip thru 

I got ebony women, by the pool in they swimsuit 

Now you'll never be winnin' 

Diss my crew, it'll piss you off 

Little kid, be gone, this is bitchproof... 



[Hook] 



"Pack FM" - "I mastered this" (I'll shine) [x8] 

[scratches till end]
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