Mr. SOS , PackFM - Stop, Start lyrics

T minus 10, 9, 8 skip a few
Now we launchin' this
SOS and Pack here to stomp on kids
And hit 'em with a blow so monstrous
That they can't hold onto consciousness
You're better off playin' possum bitch
Cause this cool jam is equipped
With a full band
And enough bump to make it difficult to stand
And oh you thought it was done
But, it's only begun
Where the fuck are the drums? Aw fuck it, yo
This is for my motherfuckin' peeps from
Palm Beach to Queens to Canada
All around the whole world like pan handlers
Amateurs plan for this we're gonna
Remind you what bananas is
Clap to this till you need bandages
On your hands and shit
Yeah and it's nothin' I'm
Buggin' like fruit flies
Cause, I'm too high
Pack tell 'em they ain't fuckin'
With you in 5

4, 3, 2, 1 bring it back ayo
Who keeps fuckin' with the track?
Ayo, y'all messin' with the song
Yo, is this thing on?
Ayo ring the alarm cause
I'm bringin' the bomb
Got people on the streets screamin' "What's
That thing on his arm?!" i mean you no harm
Fuck that, I want you to die
I'll punch you in the neck while
You lookin' up at the sky
And I don't know why
They said this was supposed to be fun
But, I'm tryin' to overcompensate for
Not havin' a gun
Either way I'm the immaculate one
The P the A the C the K
Rip the track till it's done
So when I pass the baton
You can grab it and run
Ayo (Pause) , bring it back, I don't know 'bout that one
Now let me stop
Start and shit cause it's 'bout to become
Something hard to quit
And I'm just tryin' to beat the track
Before the drop of the drum (Yes)
Now I'm happy I'm done what?
See how stupid I look? Shit
Yo, where the fuck is the hook?
Oh, there it is

It goes stop, start pumpin' your fists
But, if you stop, start runnin' your lips
Then you can stop, start fuckin' with this
Cause this is Stop, Start up in this bitch
It goes stop, start, stop
Start, stop, start, stop, start

And it's like that mr sOS and Pack
Uhhh, FM on the track
Uhhh, freshmen get attacked
When the beat comes back they
Don't know how to act like Keanu and Arnold
Mineral flow like Pierre water
'Fuck You I Rhyme Better'
Is my everyday motto
These rappers are half man like
Ciara with Bow Wow
Now I'll, have to get goin' before I knew
Arrest the president, now Pack it's on you

And we run through Cro and the crew's
And then I rep and (shit) damn, sorry
Sometimes when I think about how dope this is
I find it hard to focus on focusing
The name is F Mack bitch, I'm supposed to win
Timeless rhymes
Who knows when I wrote this shit
Don't get it twisted, I never hold a pen
My mind's in the gutter
Like some bowling pins
Ayo, I gotta piss, hold this shit
I couldn't hold it in (aww that's the stuff)
Nonstoppin' the flow but when you gotta go
Yo lock and load, we got more spots to blow
Take a bit of rock and roll and
Lace the shit with lots of soul
No mission is impossible
We fillin' up the hospital
Challenging a riot squad to a
Game of 'Crowd Control'
And I ain't got time to show
You bitches how to flow so I'm out the do'
Tone hit it with the stop and go shit
Because I'm 'bout to go get
Me a motherfuckin' hit
And it just don't quit
And I don't smoke crack neither

Yes it's Mr sOS (keep it goin' son)
And my boy Pack (that's me nigga, what)
Him and Tonedeff on the
Motherfuckin' beat and you
Weak if you think you can com-
(yo where the beat?) -pete
Oh shit it's really done that time
Son we out this motherfucker
(Nah fuck that I'm stayin')