PackFM - WhutduzFMstand4? lyrics

[Verse 1] So now I walk out the door Leaving y'all begging for more You're like: "Ain't you gonna tell us what FM stands for?" Nope - is that the only thing that you're caring about? Did you hear the words that were coming out of my mouth? What if I told you that it didn't really stand for nothing So the past five or six years I were merely fronting Would I still be off the radar like sonar If I came out, said my rap name was Omar And last name Tull That's what mom and dad gave me You never ask, so you don't give a damn what my name means It wasn't rap, it was catching tags that changed me Now teachers are calling me Pack, like it was the same thing Rhyming was a hobby 'til I finished my late teens Then BAM I'm entertaining, damn it's so draining I hate complaining but I find it hard to do better When I'm giving you my heart and all you ask about is two letters I'm the definition of a dude better Tell these interviewers talk is cheap Here's a 100 bucks for you to shut up Should've knew better than to ask about the acronym I never answer it, just buy the album and don't ask again Should I wear a f**ing mask to cover my peach fuzz Records every three months to keep up my street buzz Dude was dope in his prime, were you checking where he was? The rolls over your eyes, you just do what the sheep does The scene s**s when the only way to soar in rap Is to use one drum and spit over some boring tracks Well I'm ignoring that, I fit into no image My game is no game, my gimmick is no gimmick My sky got no limit, I want it I go get it I just wanna be nice so I put up my soul in it Fate - I'm controllin' it You can hear it in my flow Even wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes! [Hook] You can hold your breath 'til you're blue in the face Stop hara**ing me dog, cause I'll never tell Run up on the side of me With no respect for privacy, relax Cause I'll never tell n******gs never seem to cease the secrecy I won't reveal, so chill Cause I'll never tell It's a secret - don't ask It's a secret - don't ask [Verse 2] f** magazines, they only give five mics for money I paid dues, you f*ggots don't make, you fake moves If you would use the five minutes that it takes to sign me I could move a few mill, just put me where the fans can find me I'm far more advanced than them punchlines you're checking for My verse could have a cancer cure (Where's the f**ing metaphor?) First minute you're feeling me, next minute I'm hated Getting fan mail now, so I guess I finally made it But that won't say who I am, that's AM, I'm FM I fiend for microphones like me and Rakim's best friend (So what does FM stand for?) I don't know, it's hard to say But none of y'all can f** with the man my father made These lines designed to part a way for me and mine Thinkin' I ain't here to stay, you must be out your freaking mind This freestyle movement is brutal but it's beautiful So all y'all saying f** me - the feeling's mutual [Hook]