Pacewon
World Reknown
[Pacewon]This is W-O-you-T, with a quick caller questionCaller, can you name a quick three countriesCan your friends? Depends?Yo! It's the Pacewon-er, more hot than late summerEighth wonder of the bass drumWho can touch your melon you can tell 'em PACEWON!You only do what Pace saysBottle up the product and serve it to the bassheadsI keep it corporate, ain't with that talk shitWon made to bust like the guns the cops walk withHold a four-fifth, all kids vacateSongtexteTesty to press me like a can of spray paintCause by the time a policeman appearsThey'll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like chandaliersHip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5in your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eyeFuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilotNow he can see light - now who his girl gettin high with?Nowadays I'm humble, strictly on some shy shitUsin my ears, keepin my affairs privateLivin that life of a righteous rap giantPack the black iron that roar like Mad LionStingy, Ebenezer, never freeze upForever be the rapper that drunk that onethat black out like a seizure - burnin hot with feverRight lung failin, from inhalin cheeba World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknownedIn my hood it's people fiendin, screamin like the opera'cause was up early, drinkin dirty aquaNever put they glock up, restless like the young kids40's, they tongue-kiss, like who can get the drunkest?Wear the right gear like them Nike Air strap-onsMC's write rap songs, hoochies wear platformsIt's all G Broad Street down to StuyvesantNiggaz got talent, move like Allen IversonRappers by the number, Redman, ArtifactsLords of the Under - sprint to get a glimpseBet the fireproof lighter troop make yo' eyes swellWord to my _Fu-Gee-La_ and my nigga PraswellPacewon flips, I piss on niggaz like the urinalsYou keep on blurrin those WACK-ASS RHYMESI break code and make access, grab my gun attack fedswith somethin that the rap heads can't pass by World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknownedYo, mommy never knew I'd grow up to be a thug orbe best friends with the neighborhood drug lordIronic lifestyle - who woulda thought that tomboyyou used to diss - got to be your wife now?Sex in cars, money like the lottoBrother try to foul me, Audi, cuatroCrews fake bullshit and act stupidI'm lootin, usin my third eye like a mutantRollin with the big men, ign'ant men flyMistaken motherfuckers, thought they had it lockedand along comes the Pacer - with ecstasy!Got juice like a warden that can set you freeChronicles of "Won", Pace the rhyme felonWatch for my album.. World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned
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