PackFM - Allstar Cypher lyrics

[Substantial] Your majesty, makes casualties of wack emcees Catch you off guard like n***as speaking japanese Mics I have to seize, I'm Duracell, You're dollar-store batteries With that wackness, please, send your weak records back to the factories I shop in Delaware, ain't nobody taxing me Not unlikely, well actually We come hotter than big pun, you still don;t sound fat to me [PackFM] We're bananas like a daiquiri, haven't you heard? They say 3 is the magic number, Dominion's the magic word I'm stabbing your nerves with the pens that's in your pocket protectors Blocking you set, knock your head right off the top of you neck I'm blocking your tech. Mad malicious, crazy vicious Your rhyme was weak as f**, I thought that you were blowing kisses Whole crew got issues. I ain't got time to diss you I'm the sh**, Only foes are diapers and Scott tissue Competition I rip through. You can't tear sh** And the only projects you've ever been through... is Blair Witch [Rise] I can't hold a job, because I'm so sick I always call out Make rappers sh** enough bricks to build a small house My records, if they're all out, buy the mixtape I ripped it, unless the DJ screamed over my lyrics Nasty, I've been called the MAN lately Locked up, a ladies man, will turn to a man's lady I heard your freestyles, and all the songs you come with You're not developed, you should climb back in your mom's stomach [Wordsworth] Wordworth's about to make your whole style plummet I got a hundred of different styles Matter of fact, I got a hundred of women That means I got about a hundred of different childs Or children, I've been building Raps are just, be fulfilling my obligations, this is my job and my occupation And I'm sorry if I'm rhyming at your own show, then I got you waiting [Wiseguy] Hired MCs occupation is to rock the nation I'm happy rocking the basement Word Up, Cause I don't need to rock a whole population of small nations Three people is enough, cause my rhymes that rough and tough I'll call your bluff, call you up and hang up Click! Leave you alone with the phone and the dialtone A.L. show 'em [A.L. Sk**s] Now, you couldn't take me out if you had a chaperone What! I k** MCs over the phone So, call the fire guards, and red alert Cause I k** MCs through your MHz, my baretta jerks k**s MCs off the top of the brain Your girls giving me brain, cause AL is insane You know the name, el nombre I do it in Spanish, MCs stepping to me, of course they vanish Spenglish or Spanglish, whatever, que loco tu qiuera AL, fuera fuego [Tonedeff] Given any instance in time, I split the rhythm in a million pieces Pull tubes on scuba gear to disable the breathing features I'm fabled in regions, that I've hardly seen or dreamed of even Elvis believes I'm the king because I stole the crown from Stephen I'm overachieving. Y'all n***as snoring or sleeping Need to WAKE THE fu*k UP, game point for PLAYAS scoring a beating The Foreman of freedom, when you let me on Cause after you hear us...you'll never wanna go back like Elian [Wordsworth] Yo, what the hell he on? He be buggin out, when it's a hot track now you can tell we on You prolly got some radiation inside of your brain and a tumor from hearing This because your celly's on But wordsworth'll come across any station You prolly jotting this down for your documentation This is something off the top of the dome, I didn't write it But I know I'll be k**ing all you rappers sooner or later, cause I'm a psychic You gotta like it [PackFM] He's a psychic, and I got my sidekicks, PackFM You can't rush it, going biking, while you're pedaling Yo, I f**ing roll, pumping like adrenaline My sh** is ill, I'm under your skin just like the melanin PackFM, last name is an acronym, I'm smackin men Um, f**ing getting your sh** pumped just like an abdomen A Six Pack, Yo, you get your sh** back Call the dispatch, because your sh**'s wack Yo, get off the dick black