This is W-O-U-T
With a quick call-in question
Caller, can you name a quick three countries?
Kenya, France, uh, Japan?
Yo, it's the Pace Wonner, more hot than late summer
8Th Wonder of the bass drum
You can touch your melon, you can tell 'em Pace Won!
You only do what Pace says
Bottle up the product and serve it to the baseheads
I keep it corporate, ain't with that talk shit
One made to bust like the guns the cops walk with
Hold the four-fifth, all kids vacate
Test me to press me like a can of spray paint
'Cause by the time a policeman appears
They'll be cuttin' down the bodies I hang like chandeliers
Hip hop prisoner
Alberto V-05 in your scalp like conditioner
Hit you by the eye, fuck your 20/20 vision up
Used to be a pilot, now he can't see life
Or who his girl gettin' high with
Nowadays I'm humble, strictly on some shy shit
Usin' my ears, keepin' my affairs private
Livin' that life of a righteous rap giant
Pack the black iron that roar like mad lions
Stingy Ebenezer, never freeze up, forever beaver
Rapped out drunk, that one that black out like a seizure
Burnin' hot with fever
Right lung failing from inhalin' cheeba
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In my hood it's people fiendin', screamin' like the opera
Hustlers up early, drinkin' dirty aqua
Never put they Glock up, restless like the young kids
Forties they tongue kiss like, "Who can get the drunkest?"
Wear the right gear like them Nike Airs, strap-on
MCs write rap songs, hoochies wear platforms
It's all G Broad Street down to Stuyvesant
Niggas got talent, move like Allen Iverson
Rappers by the number
Redman, Artifacts, Lords of the Under
Sprint to get a glimpse
Bet the fireproof light of truth make your eyes swell
Word to my future lie, my nigga Pras well
Pace Won flips, I piss on niggas like they urinals
You keep on blurrin' those wack ass rhymes
I break code and make access, grab my gun, attack feds
I'm somethin' that the rap heads can't pass by
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Yo, mommy never knew I'd grow up to be a thug or
Be best friends with the neighborhood drug lord
Ironic lifestyle
Who woulda thought that tomboy you used to diss
'Bout to be your wife now?
Sex in cars, money like the lotto
Brother try to foul me, outtie, watch roll
Crews fake bullshit and act stupid
I'm lootin', usin' my third eye like a mutant
Rollin' with the big men, ignant men flock
Mistaken motherfuckers thought they had it locked
And along comes the Pacer with ecstasy
Got juice like a warden that can set you free
Chronicles of One, Pace the rhyme felon
Watch for my album
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