Photo: Shake.
After touring Europe for the past three weeks with Pack and seeing him rock atleast 15 different crowds, I can honestly say dude puts on one of the livest shows I’ve seen. Tomorrow night, he’ll be taking the stage with Devin the Dude at the Knitting Factory in Brooklyn, NY. I’ve got a few tickets I can give away, so hit the c-section and drop off your favorite Pack or Devin verse (w/ your actual email included in the proper field) and I’ll pick a few folks. Those that want to make sure you make it can grab tickets here.
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bitch pickin her nose n shit..
“Like my electrical rear view mirror don’t move like it ‘posed ta
Even the objects in that mothafucka need to be closer”
I’ll be in the bathroom… boo boo’n
Had to get away needed some time to chill
so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill I’ll be drivin a while
takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can’t wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don’t give ‘em dick like I do
I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I’m in
with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin
And there’s always one in the crowd
Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin
Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield
I’m a bitch I’m a hoe
Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door
Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin
who ever that is tell I’m in the bathroom boo boo’n
My work, shit is also playtime
When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes
A drink’ll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top
Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot
I come out and take another swig
Another brew, another blunt, another cig
Shit, who got the liquor nigga
Fuck it, I’ll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka
I’m goin hard, yet, I’m still on the clock
My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock
And, whatever-ya else you want from speed to syrup
But I prefer the herb
And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave
My beer was frozen – tried to put it in the microwave
I got to focus cause tonight we got a show
And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo’
But ughhh
I’m very gully, versatile
The rap definition of wild, I wrote graffiti as a grownup
Leave a track in stitches, you could say I got it sewn up
The ATF’s suspicious, ain’t a spot that I ain’t blown up
A long time coming, got you thinking “what’s the hold up?”
This coulda been a single if Domingo picked his phone up
Now can I kick it? Sho ‘nuff, I’m lethal as hell
Track record’s automated, it speaks for itself
I’m the most high spittin, gold mine hittin’
Old guy sittin’ watching Robot Chicken
Cuz it’s no competition, got no pot to piss in
And no signs of quittin, I’m so optimistic
A monkey on my back with a chip on his shoulder
that the old block is missing, the whole plot thickens
The game done changed the whole price of admission
But I pimped the system, and sold my ticket
Listening to my old shit, I’m like “no I didn’t”
Should come as no surprise though I know I’m gifted
I flow like this, I get so fly with it
I be in the sky gettin’ to know my limits
I stay over heads, you’d prolly go five minutes
Then turn to ya man and be like “Oh, I get it”
Move slow? You might miss it, so why risk it
if you know time’s tickin? Don’t get it twisted
This is unadulterated truth, raw non fiction
I’m official with that old time killin’
Them ignant niggas who insist on flippin’
Oh don’t mind them, shit, those my niggas
I don’t mind trickin’ to go find chickens
to throw my dick in, no I’m kiddin’
I don’t buy shit bitch, so, stop trippin’
Big girls don’t cry, so why both eyes drippin’?
Walk a mile in my shoes, word to my blisters
I’m on my mission to multimillions
So while I rack ‘em in, go ask ya friends
You know PackFM? Then go buy his shit
I’m seeing Devin on Friday. I hope they let me blaze a few joints at the bar.
I’m just sittin right here with an ice cold beer
and I got a bag of weed that I don’t have nothin to roll with
I’m in the vocal booth and behind the mic
and I’m just, spittin some off the wall bullshit
I wish I had a paper or cigar
Somethin that I could twist this big ol’ fat joint with
But without somethin to wrap this weed up in
I’m just beginnin to figure out the shit is pointless
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!
Pack ALWAYS murders shit on stage. I need these
I can’t get a job if I wear my hip hop clothes
can’t get a deal if I use my hip hop flows
nobody wants to pay me to do all these hip hop shows
bout time my album dropped, shit it’s five years old
and I’ve been told, paitence, this year you gonna make it
then december 31st comes, I hear the same shit
but I’m so close I can taste it
I’m so next that, me and success is adjacent
but time is wasting, I ain’t been, gettin’ any younger
can’t wait to gain weight, my life is driven by this hunger
shit I hardly ever sleep, yet I’m a slept on emcee
you don’t mention 9/11 than you ain’t considered deep
but I am the epitome of what a real emcee should be
no matter how loud you critics be, you won’t get rid of me
it shouldn’t be this much of a struggle, a hustle, but it is
shouldn’t be so much trouble just to get a couple spins
records should be reaching millions, not just a couple friends
but the dollar signs and numbers win, welcome to the biz
If I could only come up to yo’ job and shout, “Where’s my bitch?”
Kick your boss in his ribs and tell him, “Fuck you! She quit!”
I’ll sweep you off your feet with a box of chocolates
But watch it – ’cause it’s really balled-up hog shit!
I reach for your feet, or something that I could rope up
Tie to you to a motorcycle, start jumpin’ ramps, doin’ donuts
I’ll take you climbin’ to the mountaintop
Trip you and watch you drop from rock to rock
Only you can make me feel this way, mayne – there’s no other
But you had to find another lover or whatever
And I really wish you happiness, I hope it work out
So y’all can get a crib together, so I can blow up your house
I put my ring in your mouth, I put my foot in his rectum
Ain’t hatin’, but if he’s takin ‘from me, I ain’t gonna’ respect ‘im
And as far as you – If I could, I would love
To strangle your motherfuckin’ ass, just because
Just because…
“Its hard to keep away from sin, but you know i try, and hopefully i get it together before i die, thinkin a drink can ease my pain and tough luck, but when i finish it just leave me craned and fucked up, call my folks and tell them how i fell, before i get to speak they tell me someone else got killed, slowly but surely they goin one at a time, i wish you could rewind and show em some kind of sign, I realize i put my life on the line just bein born, gotta git up git out no time to be snorin, and just play with the cards I’m dealt, And if i lose I wont blame nobody else, cuz its all bout survival and the strongest survive, but even the strongest wont make it alive, cuz death sneaks up from behind without you knowin, and just the thought of it has got me goin”
once upon the wings of love
I dashed up on the craft
wrinkled foreheads greet me, but I’m high therefore I laugh
attendants rush me, to check my bags
they said “hurry, cuz we 15 minutes behind
we have one seat left and its way in the back
it shouldnt be too hard to find, go sit down.”
I said ite bitch, but I said it kinda low
I didnt want no problem so towards the back I go
had a little weed on me didn’t want it to show
some helicopter took my partna 3 months to grow
Just wanna agree with that statement. Never had a greater time than when I saw Devin live in Toronto like 4-5 years back. Amazing performer. The vibe was amazing.
Gonna see him again this saturday in tdot. Can’t wait.
“im just flippin, ridin, slippin slidin & shit / dont try this at home cause see me be high in this bitch / phone rangin man i got my choice of 2 hoes which one should i choose shit you know how it goes / i choose both we on the other side of town stylin / niggas mean muggin but im still smilin / cause one bitch playin with the other bitches titty / cat hangin out im like here kitty kitty / every city & state them hoes fix me a plate when i arrive / then i open they thighs / and i be amazed myself sometimes / how i can get my dick raised with just one rhyme / i started off horny with a hobby / but no longer have to hub around the hotel lobby / i be kickin it / stickin this dick up in these bitches / it’s gettin ridiculous / hope i don’t get sick a dis”
Devin the Dude
I Fucking Hate Rappers by PackFM
I fucking hate rappers, you fuck and date rappers
I do a show, peep the crowd, fucking great- rappers
Anyone who ain’t rappers, let’s have a show of hands
Cause there’s too many emcees, not enough fans
Used to be about the posses, crews, cliques, and the clans
Now these ‘Lil-Young-Boyz’ thinkin’ they the fuckin’ man
They’re the reason fans only gave Lupe a chance
Cause they thought “Kick, Push” was the name of a dance
Well my click, clack, spray ain’t the wave of the hands
Its the way of the land – while I stay in demand
Now they say I’m the man. I’m beginning to be
The PackFM in his prime you’re pretending to be
So when you see that nigga me, recognize the history
Ever since I hit the scene I’ve been deemed an entity
Even did this shit for free, dawg, do your research
Hip hop changed my life, Dilla changed your t-shirt
Whats the big deal, I just say what y’all thinkin
You’re stompin with your mind, but tip toe with the inkpen
And wont shit change, except for niggas steady ‘riffing
Shit ain’t funny, I’m a stand up guy like Eddie Griffin
So if you hear a name mentioned, it ain’t to gain attention
My intention is the same even if I’m blacklisted
So dead all that talk about “Ooh Pack dissed em”
There’s a lot of shit we’re about to get out of Pack’s system
I try to black it out stay in a zone of my own y’all
But then some little bitch gets a text or a phone call
And won’t pick it up, she let’s it ring for the whole song
And next thing I find my self singing along
Like hold on..