Pack Up

From the gate, what you know about rappin', motherfucker?

You can't even hold the microphone without it feed-backing

Since the days of speed rappin', I've been snappin' cats' spinal bones

Embarrass them in front of women, take their little titles home

Bear in mind, I come from an era in time

Where you actually had to have lyrics that rhyme

Let my baritone grind your insides

Paralyze your cerebellum

Throwin' your reality out of alignment

Flippin' shit on some pimp shit, on some rock shit

Some rap rock testosterone rip shit

Look inside every magazine you read about me

Got an excerpt, your sissy ass crew's afraid to say the fucking F-word

Tired of playin' games

I don't know the password

How's about this? Open up the damn cash drawer

Throw the keys on the dashboard

Let the real players play this shit

Y'all can fucking wretch up

Pack up, get started walkin'

Fall back now on your losses

You can't accomplish, but you won't defeat no contest, baby

Forfeit, don't rock the pulpit

Chalk this up as a conquest

Some things is sacred

I don't play with my stage or my audience

Smooth talkin', charismatic, ass ill

Talk yo' lady outta bra

Honda hatchback, hand held, y'all starved

And I'm dangling a shrimp by the fan tail

Whole audience about to fall over the hand rail

I can't tell, is that rapping?

Dude, sound like a fucking parrot just crash landed

Man, this shit is ass backwards these days, real crazy

I can count on one hand cats that's truly creative

And the rest is all get along, go along guys

Happy not to get involved, just along for the ride

No vision, no drive, spirit, or wherewithal

You can get mad and stay mad at that, I don't care at all

Huge pair of balls, keep 'em cool under a parasol

Paragon of my era like Sarah Vaughan

How many different kind of tracks have y'all heard me on?

Exactly, and I served 'em all

Pack up, get started walkin'

Fall back now on your losses

You can't accomplish, but you won't defeat no contest, baby

Forfeit, don't rock the pulpit

Chalk this up as a conquest

Some things is sacred

I don't play with my stage or my audience

I spent ten years in these godforsaken rap trenches

With small daily victories, this shit's a game of inches

I sustained minor injuries, scuffles with the missus

For the change to make history, I don't regret it for a minute

Seein' cats drop a small fortune on a plush ride

Couple years later, fools is upside down

Tell me, what the fuck did you get in this game for?

It's like a whole world of squirrels, only one acorn

I don't usually like to take it back

But realistically, if this was a different era

Y'all would fail miserably

Ghetto team, I'm goin' in

Take me down fifty feet

I'd never let this industry put me in the guillotine

Rappelled down the skyscraper, kickin' in the plexiglass

Plastique on the safe, boom, blown to Leningrad

Stuff the cash and the formula in the fifty bag

Slide down the rope, twenty stories, hail a taxi cab

Pack up, get started walkin'

Fall back now on your losses

You can't accomplish, but you won't defeat no contest, baby

Forfeit, don't rock the pulpit

Chalk this up as a conquest

Some things is sacred

I don't play with my stage or my audience