Wake the Town

Pacewon

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    [40 second instrumental to open]

    [Pacewon]
    Yo, until Miss Cleo predicts who pull the most chicks
    Let me tell you in advance that's me
    Sippin on Henny, never have to spend a pretty penny
    20/20 vision can't see
    Yo, I keep game tight go out and mack hard
    I'm just another pimp slash rapper at large
    Whippin through them uptown streets like Black Rob
    Puffin on wet mixed in with backyard
    I got it locked no doubt, I thank God
    Keep a jimmy hat right by my bank card
    I'm the P-A-C-E-O-N-E
    Wanna be a deceased geek, no friends speak?
    Wanna be a police chief? Go get heat
    See if they got a badge that they'll thrown in free
    Now you can fight crime in the alleys of the badland
    Wear a cape, be a hero like Batman

    [Chorus: Jamaican patois sample 4X]
    "Wake the town of jazzy people" - best guess

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    [Pacewon]
    Raw to the core, seen y'all dime a dozen act on tour
    I didn't applaud
    You rap like a broad bein fucked in the back of a Ford
    Maybe you should unfasten your bra
    You gotta have breath control, and be flexible
    If you wanna be the next to blow
    You gotta spit flame, shit game, steal cars and flip 'caine
    Make haste, stay safe until you hit fame
    Make noise, break boys, then buy a big chain
    To cover up the fact them rhymes you kick lame
    Dumb in the flesh and, uninterestin
    I'm Tonto, holdin up a gun in a Western
    "We the sound of jazzy people" - like the silver bullet
    You can't get a deal cause you might deliver bullshit
    Might make a tape that's dull with no glamour
    Besides these labels would rather sign Hammer

    [Chorus] - 2X

    [Pacewon]
    Yo, until Miss Cleo predicts who pull the most chicks
    Let me tell you in advance that's me
    Sippin on Henny, never have to spend a pretty penny
    20/20 vision can't see
    Yo, come in with a clique, go out in a bang
    Fed up with a chick, get down with a gang
    Sick of talkin proper, bite my slang
    Suck my left nut while my right ball hang
    Don't like cars? Cop you a van
    Don't like jobs? Start up a scam
    Don't like bein by yourself? Roll with a clan
    Be a soldier, fuck your mother holdin your hand
    Yo, you want lettuce, got a fetish, go and get it
    Instead of spendin money blowin credit
    For all our sakes, get a 9 to 5 and stop rappin
    Somethin, fuck it, make your kids start actin

    [Chorus] - 4X

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