[PackFM] 

Why is PackFM the definition of live 

Why aint nobody touchin the Q in 2 thousand and 5 

Why is VH1 playin more rap than B.E.T. 

And why nobody gave Elite props for makin this beat 

Why everything on TV be makin me sick 

Why are people still lettin Michael Jackson babysit 

And if Janet was surprised, why she dress up her titty 

Why the black youth won't vote unless they hear it from Diddy 

And did we really expect them to turn out? Oh hell no 

The election was the same night as the David Chapelle Show 

Why Kobe still beefin with Shaq? 

Both of them rich, both of them rap, matter of fact both of them wack 

Why clef fuck with Jin's career the way he did Canibus 

Why Guerilla Black gettin more shine than Angelous 

Why ain't music as Important as the he say she say 

Why people still sleep on Wordsworth and Jean Grae 

Why underground niggaz aint got not taste 

Why _ sellin more records than Ghostface 

Why Trump got a job tellin people they fired 

And why did Mase comeback last longer than Jay-Z's retirement 

Why ask why, I just wanna know how come 

The Roc signed everybody, split up and ain't drop their albums 

Why nothin in the Passion of Christ seem to surprise me 

Why I still eat McDonald's after seeing Supersize Me 

Now cocaine is a hell of a drug 

But tell me why it took the lives or Rick James and ODB 

Why Jessica Simpson's ass lookin fatter than Britney's 

Why her little sister go and pull a Milli Vanilli 

Why award shows with Suge Knight end up with good fights 

And why do niggaz know what gay star Lloyd Banks look like 

Why everybody got a Sidekick, even the toy phones 

And why is Ron Artest hittin harder than Roy Jones 

They both droppin albums, tryin to get crunk 

And why the hell are these celebrities still fallin for Punk'd 

Why do rappers gang bang up in video games 

Why it seems like every year is exactly the same 

Aint nothin new, it's all been said before 

Now I know why Skillz aint wrap up 2 double oh 4 



[PackFM] 

I musta been outta my mind, sittin wastin my time 

Writin like this line is the line that'd gettin me signed 

Rockin beats on cassette steady pressing rewind 

Couldn't finish rhymes, I cried when the batteries died 

But fuck it 

Just lock me in the booth and let me black out 

Fuck a battle, I ain't walk 8 miles since the black out 

Got a hold on this rap shit, my album will make you tap-out 

Each track is the equivalent to viles from the crackhouse 

Spit raps from the streets, and boost my sales in the 'burbs 

The hood dont wanna hear it 'cause it's too many words 

It's like get nice or get paid, I'm weighing my priorities 

On either side of the game I stay in the minority 

Who want this more than me? I don't rap just to rhyme 

Fuck your top 4 MC's I'm at least 3 of mine 

Industry rule 4,079 

This whole game was designed by the blind leadin the blind 



[Chorus] 

So quit tryin to say you're 

Down Down 

Quit tryin to say you're 

Down 

And get out 

Ya'll must have been blind 

Or out of your mind 

This year is mine 

QThousaN'5 

So quit tryin to say you're 

Down Down 

Quit tryin to say you're 

Down 

And get out 

It's no surprise 

Ya'll fallin for lies 

Just wake the fuck up 

And open your eyes 



[PackFM] 

My cell phone bill's due, my 2way's gone 

P got styles on lock like a new Akon 

Fuck a bitch, bust a nut bonus 2 acorns 

Nigga retired last year, why's there new jay songs? 

My god this nigga's floodin my IPod 

niggaz tradin their throwbacks for button up Izods 

Digi Cam and a tripod, reality show 

Called "Why The Fuck These Lil niggaz Wanna Battle Me For?" 

Head claim that they be diggin but they'd rather be told, 

Who's hot, so niggaz lie about what they actually sold 

It's to the point I gotta laugh at who be packin these shows 

The bookbags be in effect, but they lackin the hoes 

The only cat lookin like me patted you down at the door 

And the only requisite to being classic is old 

I don't know why I even bother puttin wax on the shelf 

For the past 10 years all I hear is "Tried By Twelve" 

Labels frontin so I put the shit out by myself 

They want numbers, 'fuck I'm supposed to do? Go buy myself? 

I spent about a grand for promo, record got played once 

My spine hurts from leaning back for the past 8 months 

I scrub my timbs, wash the same coat I rocked last winter 

Bart Simpson's still 10 and the Knicks need a center 

See the shit never change, I still hop the train 

Broke as fuck, but I still rock my name on my chain 

It's simple and plain, I just wanna entertain 

I wanna tour, but I aint got enough sick days 

I got better things to do than just sit and complain 

So I'm out, fuck ya couch! 

Rest in peace Rick James 

BITCH