Don't Trip

[Pacewon]

Right about now, you are rocking with the best

Yes, the East coast's finest, {?} greatest

So here we have, the, the all raw material

The man from the sand, the brotherman from the motherland

that was another clan, make you stutter like the Dutta man

Next, ladies and gentlemen, we have, Pacewon

Yeah yeah, this is hardcore gangsta rap

You see your pockets deflate and he don't answer back

You see if I diss a player then he had to be dissed

Scratch his name off your faculty list, cause if you don't

I'ma flip, say word, he suck and it's through

Fuck with him, I ain't fuckin wit'chu

And then, if I ever see you on the street without a M-16

I'ma act like Mike Tyson when he seen Mitch Greene

Yeah I'ma act like Al Capone, pull a Louisville Slugger out

And beat a brother 'til his body look like rubber now

Plasma leakin, lookin like Sustecal

Don't even come around, I'm the #1 underground

artist in the world by far

And I wonder who's the next MC I might scar

Is it you, you, you or maybe him

For I am like a ton and I roll with crazy men nigga

[Chorus]

Take it easy homey don't trip

Or he'll empty out the whole clip

Hold your breath and leave a ransom

Start to throw a fuckin tantrum

He don't ever call for five-oh (woop woop woop woop)

Pop the trunk and grab the rifle (ch-ch, ch-ch)

Players better run and hide quick

Cause he'll bust you and your sidekick

[Pacewon]

Yeah! Son of an immigrant, passionate, intimate

I was so infatuated with rap and gettin into it

For me it was imminent, felt so fuckin genuine

I would rap for anyone worth a new millenium

Then I told my dad my plan, back then

he was rockin to "Roxanne, Roxanne"

Now I'm all grown up educated and my plan is succeedin

And I'm eatin like a deacon in the Garden of Eden

And the, sooner I blow, the sooner we bust

Breathin life into those parties that would usually suck

Breathin life into those records that would usually flop

With rhymin, timin shinin like a jewelry shop with Titan

Giant fightin off two or three cops writin

Invitin kids to watch you and me box brother

The older I get, the harder I spit

I'll beat that ass like your father and shit, oh no chico!

[Chorus]

[Pacewon]

Take it to the bridge now

{?} hair pull, pass me a scalpel

Pourin 'til bass flow, all in your asshole

Dirties rascal, start a fiasco

Way out in Glasgow, don't make me snap yo

Bringin it back bro, never get tackled

Never a flag thrown, I'm in a bad zone

Yeah I'm on your one yard line, ready to rush in

I can feel my heart beatin, I'm bustin, it's percussion

like Nick Cannon played it in "Drumline"

And I can freestyle while I'm bustin at one-time

And I can freestyle at the table at lunchtime

That's why everybody with a radio bump mine

That's why everybody with a radio like this

Not just for backpackers or the crazier white kids

Not just the hoochies or the niggaz that clock

The killers too they wanna see the nigga Won really rock

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