[Verse One] [Supastition]:
Every time you hear me rhyme your eye brow goes up
Your confidence goes down but crowd goes nuts
Listen, you ain't seen this much screamin' and recklessness
Since the debut screenin' of the Exorcist
Rappers better fear me because I'm clearly
The Stephen King of the sh** but I'm speakin' lyrically
There's no contenders
I'm a Tar Heel which means
Basically, I'll stomp a mud hole in ya
See y'all ain't ready for Mr. Boom Box
Super tunes knock from the city limits to the boondocks
But with my gut feelin' on any production
Like I was ma**aging Jennifer Hudson
JS, guess what? He's k**in' the cuts and it's a sound clash
The franchise player, that's what I've been crowned as
Who cares if you disagree, this is me
So before I blow I'mma snatch up this underground cash
Let's get it
[Verse Two] [PackFM]:
I'm comin' outta nowhere and I don't know where to start
Add a star to the flag this is state of the art
You keep playin' a role and you'll be playin' a harp
PackFM forever shine like I'm afraid of the dark
Listen, the record is here, album of the year
Critically acclaimed and I got respect of my peers
People like, "PackFM is such a breath of fresh air"
Next thing you know they're tryin' to wipe asbestos up in here
I kick flows that's tighter than the wrestler's gear
To get the hoes bu*t naked with their legs in the air
And I ain't cheat with these freaks dawg, a minute after I skeet
In they mouth I buy 'em dinner cause my kids gotta eat
This a, potent rapper with spoken swagger
I promise I won't smack ya if ya don't get wacker
I was on for years and y'all was sleepin'
Missin' all of my moves like a broken motion tracker
Who wanna flow after?
Nobody, no rapper gonna say "yes"
Queue JS, it's time for the scratches