PackFM - I Fucking Hate Rappers lyrics

I fucking hate rappers
You fuck and date rappers
I do a show, peep the crowd
Fucking great- rappers
Anyone who ain't rappers
Let's have a show of hands
Cause there's too many emcees
Not enough fans
Used to be about the posses, crews, cliques
And the clans
Now these 'Lil-Young-Boyz' thinkin' they
The fuckin' man they're the reason fans only
Gave Lupe a chance cause they thought "Kick
Push" was the name of a dance
Well my click, clack
Spray ain't the wave of the hands
Its the way of the land -
While I stay in demand
Now they say I'm the man i'm beginning to be
The PackFM in his prime
You're pretending to be


So when you see that nigga me
Recognize the history

Ever since I hit the scene
I've been deemed an entity
Even did this shit for free, dawg
Do your research hip hop changed my life
Dilla changed your t-shirt
Whats the big deal
I just say what y'all thinkin
You're stompin with your mind
But tip toe with the inkpen
And won't shit change
Except for niggas steady 'riffing
Shit ain't funny
I'm a stand up guy like Eddie Griffin
So if you hear a name mentioned
It ain't to gain attention
My intention is the same
Even if I'm blacklisted
So dead all that talk about
"Ooh Pack dissed em"
There's a lot of shit we're about
To get out of Pack's system
I try to black it out stay in
A zone of my own y'all
But then some little bitch gets a
Text or a phone call and won't pick it up
She let's it ring for the whole song
And next thing I find my self singing along
Like hold on
Bitch, IF YOU DONT PICK UP YOUR fuckIN' PHONE
Don't you see me talkin' here? goddammit!

We gotta hold someone accountable for
This absurd amount of bull
They tell me words are powerful
But this is insurmountable
So call me a hater, say im mad
It won't faze me
Cause the first step to changing
Things is getting people angry
So when I'm on this fuckin mic
Speakin' through the wire
I'mma get an 'Amen' because I'm
Preaching to the choir
But, I know my voice is reaching
When the heathens call me Sire
And they leave behind the legions of
The demons in the fire
The fans don't demand it stops
The standards drop
The second they accept it, shit
It's gettin' hectic
Supporters turn skeptic when the
Talent is neglected
They don't know what to expect
From the nigga's they respected
The mark of the artist is
Who pushes the hardest
Not who strays the farthest
But stays true regardless
I step outside the box
You'll never question where my heart is
Like certain heads who try to
Set themselves apart for starters
If you played Common now
For Common Sense in '92
The 'Bitch In Yoo' woulda been the
'Bitch In Yoo Part Two'
But when the main aim is fame
You can't kick the same shit
When no one's listening
You gotta make some changes
Pride gets you nowhere
Niggas become shameless
Used to go against the grain
Now you ride the wavelength
At the end of the day

Stand by your statements if I don't like it
I don't like it: that don't mean I'm hating
You gotta be more than ill
To make green like Chlorophyll
You can take all the skill
Invent some sort of pill
Throw it in a bottle, slap a sticker on it
And it's STILL irrelevant
Thats why you need a model to sell the shit
I'm beating a dead horse! So
I'mma scream til I'm hoarse
From tellin these dead beats get lost
Just abandon ship, lets ban this bitch
A sellout can't exist if he can't get rich
I just can't stand this shit!
Hit the panic switch!
And put an end to this chapter
From here on after then no one will have to
Deal with the wrath of
These half-assed fucking bandwagon
Riding rappers