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To The Beat Yall
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Want What's Mine
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Slurpee Rap (Interlude)
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Crazy
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Cold Season
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The Pick Me Up Song
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Danny Glover (Interlude)
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Outro
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about
The 4th installment of PackFM’s Featured Material series – Featured Material Vol. 4. Featuring exclusive unreleased tracks, remixes, favorites, slept on joints, freestyles & comedy! With appearances by Tonedeff, CunninLynguists, Substantial, DJ JS-1, Homeboy Sandman, J-Live, Skyzoo and more!
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released 19 June 2012
Appearances by DJ JS-1, Mr. SOS, Homeboy Sandman, Substantial, Mr. Mecca, Akrobatik, J-Live, Supastition, Tonedeff, Skyzoo, Torae, Sadat X and CunninLynguists
Production by S.2, Grandriggity, DJ JS-1, Algorhythm, Kno, Falside and Deacon the Villain
Appearances by DJ JS-1, Mr. SOS, Homeboy Sandman, Substantial, Mr. Mecca, Akrobatik, J-Live, Supastition, Tonedeff, Skyzoo, Torae, Sadat X and CunninLynguists
Production by S.2, Grandriggity, DJ JS-1, Algorhythm, Kno, Falside and Deacon the Villain
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- Track Name: To The Beat Yall
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Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I g off niggas askin' what my name stands for
You rain, I'm that storm, feel the pain transform, scream on tracks,
I'll throw you off a train platform
Listen, I give a fuck about a rappers blog,
I put out skits better than your whole fucking catalog
Plus I got the battle scars of a matador,
all that week bullshit doesnt really matter dog
I told yall, niggas need to stop actin' fly,
check the forcast, birds droppin out the sky
To call it apocolyptic is just being optimistic,
if it goes as I predicted you don't wanna be realistic
I'm not just gifted, feel free to check my statistics,
if I don't get whats mine then there's gonna be some pocket pickin'
And lots of riffin', oh and if I forgot to mention,
I roll with a bunch of fuckin' misfits (listen!)
CHORUS
Ya don't stop rockin'! (To the beat yall)
Ya don't quit movin'! (To the beat yall)
Ya don't stop rockin'! (To the beat yall)
Ya don't quit movin'! (To the beat yall)
Ya don't stop rockin'! (To the beat yall)
Ya don't quit movin'! (To the beat yall)
Ya don't quit, and ya don't stop!
VERSE 2
To the beat yall, and ya dont quit,
these cats call themselves MC's, but they don't spit
When I expectorate, I expect the rate of hate to rise
But let it resonate, you'll see I'm trying to educate you guys
And set the record straight, end the debate, the best to date is I
Got beats your neck will hate, but words that's sure to devistate your mind
So please don't test your fate at any rate, it's just a waste of time
No need to speculate, 'cause if you hesitate, too late, goodbye
Keep eyes upon your baby mama, '
cause I'm prone to poke her face and I'm known to drive the ladies gaga
I'm a nigga with lattitude, chillin with my kin folk,
talk with an attitude, take it as an insult
I live near the liquor store, never had a drink,
but I can loan you a liver though, I got what you need, ya feel me?
And if I spit the most ignorant of theories
I'll add a "nah mean" 'cause I don't think yall niggas hear me, to the beat - Track Name: Want What's Mine
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[CHORUS]
I know I’ve been gone a long time, but
I’m back and I want what is mine
I know I’ve been gone a long time, but
I’m back and I want what is mine
I’m all that, give credit where credit is due, Re-Tweet
Fall back, I’m ten steps ahead of you dudes, retreat
Rinse, repeat, I’m raps elite
I rep it to the core, without ever seeing Beat Street
I got a mean streak, Cruela DeVille
You got a clean bill of health nigga, you never been ill
You can’t head for the hills, dont even try your luck
No mountain high enough, you can’t hide from us punk
This much grace is amazing, I roll with dirty gorillas, these apes aint bathing
Goons, barbarians, hethens, cavemen,
make no mistake that it’sThe Plague and
We came along way from lacing tapes in basements, now we
taking planes to the strangest places
Passport’s so full, gotta staple pages
So just clear the way, cause we here to stay and
Don’t fuck with me
[CHORUS]
I know I’ve been gone a long time, but
(Yeah I know)
I’m back and I want what is mine
(I just want what’s mine)
I know I’ve been gone a long time, but
(I know, I’ve been gone)
I’m back and I want what is mine
Raise em up, keep em high
You want what’s yours, I want what’s mine
Raise em up, keep em high
You want what’s yours, I want what’s mine
You see? They all got their hands vertical
You witnessing precision when I spit it and it’s surgical
I get in where I fit in, edgewise with a word or two
Cause I got sick of niggas saying “Damn, I never heard of you”
Now I’m bodying shows and nobody want it
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
Cause I remeber when, at first they wasnt
Actin like I aint have their spidey senses buzzin
Rappers like me aint coming ten cents a dozen
I’m disgusting, one inch from the gutter
Listen cousin, you never see me living a lie
I push the envelope like I’m giving a bribe
So Don’t fuck with me
[CHORUS]
I know I’ve been gone a long time, but
(Yeah I know)
I’m back and I want what is mine
(I just want what’s mine)
I know I’ve been gone a long time, but
(I know, I’ve been gone)
I’m back and I want what is mine
If I want it I’ma get it, when I see it I’ma take it
So don’t you all forget that if I’m in it I’ma make it
I just want what’s mine, I just want what’s mine
If I want it I’ma get it, when I see it I’ma take it
So don’t you all forget that if I’m in it I’ma make it
I just want what’s mine, I just want what’s mine - Track Name: Shut Up and Rhyme (feat. Substantial & Mr. Mecca)
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D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N
D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N
D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N
Rip shit apart from the start til the show end
D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N
D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N
D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N
Rip shit apart when it drop Mecca go in!
Mr. Mecca
Now I can either talk about me or rap about you
Now which outta the two are you thinking I’d rather do
But you’d rather grab the mic knowing you had to lose
Like Mecc gonna be aight with them bad attitudes
Who’s mad at it? I am!
Smack hands “bad faggot!”
Sure shot glocks don’t send pen-knives to take a stab at it
That kinda bad habit leave ya man battered
Make your first move, I’ll cause your last panic
You stay ass.
Gay mans garbage and you straight trash.
Skip a priest. I’m giving my inner demon a day pass
It’s the beast, chewin up imaginary Maybach’s
Split the lease?? You aint payin shit off with play cash
Ya girls smile say she don’t buy you fly as I is
But I smashed before so ignore her strong bias
Want us to say ya hot? You done got with the wrong liars
Strong tryers end up using mic cords for jaw wires
Ay! I don’t give a fuck about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?!
I don’t wanna hear shit about cash, not unless a cut of it’s mine. OK?!
Somebody get ‘em a late pass, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?!
And I will whip that ass, if you ever come across the line. OK?!
PackFM
Michael Jackson moonwalked,
I run planet earth
Things happen for a reason
And this was the plan at birth
Best believe it’s no coincidence this man is worth
More than his weight in gold
All off the way he flows
You lost? The way to go
Turn off the radio
If you snooze, you lose
Revolution won’t be televised
You can’t catch it on Youtube
So kill all the chitter chat
When you get attacked
you wont get a chance to say “Lemme twitter that”
The kid is back in the atmosphere
The best distro I ever had was Rapidshare
So have no fear, when you see the nervous twitch
Like detergent sticks, put me on the spot I got the urge to spit
I murder this, word to this Y Chromosome
I catch wreck with no hands, and still hold my own
Im from the ground up, home grown
So when they said sky’s the limit
I poked a hole in the ozone
YO!
Ay! I don’t give a fuck about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?!
I don’t wanna hear shit about cash, not unless a cut of it’s mine. OK?!
Somebody get ‘em a late pass, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?!
And I will whip that ass, if you ever come across the line. OK?!
Substantial
I’m Moses with a pen
Talk like a prophet
Known to spit a gem
So my talk make a profit
My values are valuable
My views are crystal
In plain black & white, this dudes official
If you’s a pistol
This dude’s a missile
Blow up anywhere in the world from where I stand
And Maryland is where I am
Better tell’em
You pussy in a man wardobe, you’s Ellen
Your mixtape’s better than your album
How come?
Now your income’s a reflection of the outcome
‘Cause your units are funny
Your old fans are like “I shouldn’t never gave you niggas money”
My sentiments exactly
I’ll always have a punchline if you insist on rapping
I stick to the truth
You insist on acting
Get in the booth
Then you insist on tapping
And I ain’t gotta prove I’m realer than y’all
I just hold up a mirror to y’all
Look… niggerdom!
Fuck any dumb ass fan that’s feelin’em
Y’all ass so for kicks I put my foot in’em
And rock’em to the dunk exchange, look newness
They point at my feet like “Them shits is stupid!”
I know, right?!
Nobody as fresh as this
Hitman for hire, check my references
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Ay! I don’t give a fuck about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?!
I don’t wanna hear shit about cash, not unless a cut of it’s mine. OK?!
Somebody get ‘em a late pass, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?!
And I will whip that ass, if you ever come across the line. OK?! - Track Name: That's What Happens (feat. Tonedeff)
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Tonedeff
I’m not a millionaire, but kid, I got a million ways to rhyme
With the skill that’s paired with wit atop a villain’s frame of mind
Like a military hit upon civilian stations
I’m equipped to kill unfairly, shit you poppin really ain’t advised
If you’re willing to pay the price, I’ll hold account
Life’s a revolving door, cause money, If I’m going in, you going out
Funny, since I hold the clip – you owe me now
Dummies dip, like “Holy Shit! That fucker Tone’s just as quick when you slow him down!”
Most ridiculous show in town! Hold no interest in yours cause now
Headliners don’t perform, they just sync their lips and support the crowd
So I’m infamous, world renowned for my gifts when I’m beastin
But, Jesus, when I leave people speechless – how will I get word of mouth?
I’m a mixture of Roman power, Olympian breathing
The flow is twisted. Your seasick with motion-sickness aboard the ground
The known risk isn’t worth your drowning. Don’t slip!
Supreme with my Sotomayor-Steeze, it’s the token spic on the court with power
Hold witnesses sworn-in, vowing to rat on you cats
Cause once the gavel’s tapped then that’s a wrap, hoe – pick if it’s corn or flower
When we bid to get into this, plenty pricks in New York were sour
Now business is infinite – ain’t no clique that gets more than ours
The mission is simple: Just deliver hits to these hoards of followers
Visit with tours and bond with ‘em, Hip ‘em to corporate prowlers
Now THIS is a movement, not that bullshit that you force through bowels
Resistance to QN5? Start enlisting your mourners now, you cowards!
Ha!
People wanna talk if they don’t think you looking now
You can put em up, kid, if you wanna put me down
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick
You can never duplicate the way we made our name
Cause ain’t no fuckin rules if we refuse to play the game
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick
Na-na-na-na-nah.
PackFM
Clap at your tee-pee like the passenger seat piece
You don’t have to believe me, living like I’m trapped in a tv
See, rapping is easy, I mastered the art of massacre
Feed me beats that’s harder than the task of finding an Asterisk CD
Now ask us if we be, the last of a breed
Internationally known to hold the throne
And prone to smash it to pieces
Til wee bits of glass leave scratches on wax
Now take that wax off motherfucker, like grasshoppers teacher
Now as for a feature, I do this for cash only, pass on a free-be
You need me for exposure, but I’m closing the latch on you leeches
And raggedy creatures who don’t practice your preachin
Rollin with vag is as bad as bringin sand to the beaches
Now last but not least this immaculate thesis
Will rapidly reach the masses and capacity peeks just as fast as they leak it
You asked for it people, there can’t be no equal
This track is the prequel to “Ruthless”
Now watch how I ruin the raps in your leaflet.
Let’s Do This!
People wanna talk if they don’t think you looking now
You can put em up, kid, if you wanna put me down
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick
You can never duplicate the way we made our name
Cause ain’t no fuckin rules if we refuse to play the game
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, just
Say it to my face… or stay up in your place, Trick
Na-na-na-na-nah.
Cue the claps, Algorythm attacks
To set the Tone, now we five steps ahead of the Pack
And it’s a wrap!
That’s what happens, man
That’s what happens, man
That’s what happens, man
That’s what happens, man
2DopeBoyz with the bass in the back
The Meka-nized breaks make ya Shake in your tracks
And it’s a wrap!
That’s what happens, man
That’s what happens, man
That’s what happens, man
That’s what happens, man - Track Name: The W.W.K.Y.A. Tour RMX (feat. Extended Famm)
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Tonedeff
I got the itinerary. With this I can say with confidence
I devised a trip to the very inch – a timetable of spots to hit
The fly missionary: staying on top of shit;
Plotting/aiming to drop them kids, to show ‘em the hits go both ways like college chicks
It’s 4 AM and I’m equipped with scope, razors with diamond tips/
If you’re assuming it’s to groom, your mistaken on my intent
it’s 5 AM, and we rollin’ inside the van, as we home in
to make acquaintance with the anonymous faces behind the threats
(Knock! Knock!) 6:00 AM, and we stationed beside the steps
that we traced to this guy’s address, so we wait there in silence
YES! And there he is, Arrogant Larry the Aryan terrorist/
Staring us down, frozen with his pair nailed to the ground
We made our play after surveying the area/
Bound, blindfolded and shoved him in the van. He don’t know where he is now/
At 7 o clock, we settle and stop. He’s scared but still proud/
“Extended Fags ain’t shit!” (Substantial) “Make The Call!”
Is Carrie around?/
“Noooo!” Hey, Carrie! Larry’s showing us where to hit town/
You leave my girl alone!” We’re out front, you care to head out?/
By 8 o’clock, Larry’s girlfriend had ate a cock
Paid a cop just to stand by the van and made him watch/
You can hate with all that you got, flame us and call us stugots/
Claim to your balls that you not racist, come on now, dude, stop/
You’re berating the blue, while celebrating some coons/
The proof? Your 99% white playlist of tunes/
By 8:22, his face was pale blue and matched the logo yo,
While Stan’s twittering the blow by blow/ (Substantial: “Follow That!”)
Ayo, Sesh, you mind turning down the heat, bro?
(Session) “Nah, fuck that, I came for the free dro, beat loads of people
Teach hoes to deep throat, wear ‘em like meatcoats,
I gotta pee, yo….” (door opens)
Ayo, where the fuck did he go?
(Typical) 9 through 10, We kicked him out. We right on sched/
A quarter to 12: Where the drive through went?
FOOD!!
We on a world tour with Extended Famm
Haters get choked out and body slammed
But we just came to party man and get it poppin’
What do you know? I’ll be damned a kid is startin’
Why you want to go and do that? It won’t be pretty
Kick plenty ass when we roll up in your city like…
(Shut up!) Punk! (Move!) Sucka
(Shut up!) Chump! (Move!) Mu’fucka!
PackFM
Lunch break, kickin ass sure builds an appetite
Running on an empty stomach, no way I can rap tonight
Put my order in, now I’m waiting on the beverages
I got a few seconds kid, let me check my messages
Opinions are like tonsils – come out your mouth eventually
And I ignore them, except this email that was sent to me
Started off normal, greeting informal
College address, probably written from a dorm room
It read “Whuttup FM, I just heard your album and
I gotta say, my little brother loves ‘Lessons’,
But my bro’s a retard, with horrible taste
And the air that you breath is an oxygen waste
If I see you at a show I’ll rip you right off the stage
Amd I’ma beat you til I leave you with a scar on your face!”
WHAT?! Who the fuck is this? You know I researched the profile
Thought I’d find a mean mugging Sasquatch with no smile,
But what I found was so wild, a pimple faced pipsqueak
Who probably penciled in puberty to hit this week
Fire up the bus! We got another stop to make
This town is filled with lots of haters, so lets decrease the population
I’ma make him taste my sneaker, I don’t need no weapons either
For christ sakes! This kid’s name is Ebenezer!
He talkin wreckless? Put him on the guest list
Let him in, we’ll show him exactly what we do to hecklers
Don’t know what respect is? Ask the 5 fingers (SMACK!)
(Substantial) “This aint a wrestling match!”
Put him in the ring, I’ll make him tap!
He can’t escape the figure 4, no one ever did before
Elbow off the top rope, say my shit is not dope!
Ram this motherfucker’s face right into the turnbuckle
That’ll teach him. “Ow! Stop I learned my lesson!”
(CHAIR) FUCK YOU!
That’s what you all can get!
Think about it next time you’re in the mood for talkin shit
Hit him with the finisher. 3-count and its over
8 O’clock, wheres the waiter with my soda?
We on a world tour with Extended Famm
Haters get choked out and body slammed
But we just came to party man and get it poppin’
What do you know? I’ll be damned a kid is startin’
Why you want to go and do that? It won’t be pretty
Kick plenty ass when we roll up in your city like…
(Shut up!) Punk! (Move!) Sucka
(Shut up!) Chump! (Move!) Mu’fucka!
Substantial
Is it nine? Almost missed dinner time what’s all that about
Got my stomach talkin’ like…“Feed me or we’re blacking out!”
Boy we was on some shit! Can’t tell if this was a tour or tournament
Bamas hanging all on our balls like an ornament
Kinda feel bad for them
Damn we missed the sound check; it’s a quarter after ten
Burns scooped us in the van, back on the road my dude
Love a good fight but, we got a freaking show to do
Pulled up at 11:42, bout to hit the stage
Here come Bill Hates with some Microsoft shit to say
“Fuck Sub and them, I’ll smack him son.
Rather hear some real shit about gats and guns, man!”
Tried to ignore him ‘til my face got red
What you say motherfucker? “What? You deaf? I said…”
(Shut up) How your face feel? (Move) Now stay still
Messing with my vibe when you know that I came to chill
Swung a 2 piece then I hit’em with a bucket meal
By the time I finish he gon’ wish he was fuckin’ killed
(Session)Hey y’all what’s poppin’?
(Substantial) Aww shit!
(PackFM) Session again?
(Tonedeff) Yeah, what you forget?
(Session) Just this!
(Substantial) Its midnight and its goodnight to the sissified hater
Now let us do this show so they can give my paper
We’ve been denied! Wait up! What you mean that they called the cops?
Whole shit was pointless like flat chicks in halter tops
At least they know now when they talk such trash…
We’re gonna kick their fuckin ass! - Track Name: Luther (feat. Deacon The Villain)
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Hook:
Luther X 3
Martin Luther Jr. KANG!
First Verse [PackFM]
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the set
If it aint February then you might forget
For some our struggle was a fight to the death
That's why I'm far from civil with these rights and lefts
I'm similar to segregation, I got a dark side
And when it shows, niggas split just like apartheid
Outsiders wanna know, just how far I'll go
To lift up the hood like the engine in my car died
*Get yo' hand out my pocket!* or draw back a stump
Rowdy niggas stay in the back of the bus
Lookin out my window with my hand on a pump
Sawed off shotgun, raw dog, you not one
I haul off and pop one *RUN!* shots fired
My squad's Million Man March mixed with Watts Riots
Outlandish shit you never heard before
Like Black Panthers pumping their fists on Jersey Shore
We stand out like a protest with our leaders
You had a dream thinking ignorance could defeat us
It takes a lot more than a t-shirt to free us
So I stand behind these bars for life like Mumia
Hook
Is ignorance bliss or is ignorance a bitch? X2
is ignorance bliss? is ignorance bliss?
is ignorance bliss or is ignorance a bitch?
Second Verse [Deacon]
Snap shots, deac's Gordan Parks with a Canon
and I fly over haters, on my Tuskeegee Airmen
you can bring chains, bring liquor, bring famine
you'll never bring a nigga down, you could bring Samson
chairmen of the board, you the chairmen of the Borg
and I'm coming before pharoah, with just Aaron and the Lord
carrying my sword, I'm Harriet in a chariot
coming with the power of infinite Secretariats
the scariest slave, I'm Nat Turner in the booth
I'm Denzel in glory with black burners and troops
the Soujourner Truth and I'm here to put you underground
and I'm striking from the clouds where the thunder pounds
James Weldon Johnson from Compton
stompin, while these minority chords haunt them
hide under a cloth, i'm the fire on yo cross
and I'm burning until ignorance is mired in a loss, nigga!
Hook
