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Tekst piosenki

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 niggas 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 

Tłumaczenie