World Reknown - Pacewon

This is W-O-U-T, with a quick caller question

Caller, can you name a quick three countries

Can your friends?

Depends?

Yo!

It’s the Pacewon-er, more hot than late summer

Eighth wonder of the bass drum

Who can touch your melon you can tell 'em PACEWON!

You only do what Pace says

Bottle up the product and serve it to the bassheads

I keep it corporate, ain’t with that talk shit

Won made to bust like the guns the cops walk with

Hold a four-fifth, all kids vacate

Testy to press me like a can of spray paint

Cause by the time a policeman appears

They’ll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like chandaliers

Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5

In your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye

Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot

Now he can see light — now who his girl gettin high with?

Nowadays I’m humble, strictly on some shy shit

Usin my ears, keepin my affairs private

Livin that life of a righteous rap giant

Pack the black iron that roar like Mad Lion

Stingy, Ebenezer, never freeze up

Forever be the rapper that drunk that one

That black out like a seizure — burnin hot with fever

Right lung failin, from inhalin cheeba

World reknowned.

world reknowned.

world reknowned.

world reknowned

In my hood it’s people fiendin, screamin like the opera

Cuz was up early, drinkin dirty aqua

Never put they Glock up, restless like the young kids

40's, they tongue-kiss, like who can get the drunkest?

Wear the right gear like them Nike Air strap-ons

MC’s write rap songs, hoochies wear platforms

It’s all G Broad Street down to Stuyvesant

Niggas got talent, move like Allen Iverson

Rappers by the number, Redman, Artifacts

Lords of the Under — sprint to get a glimpse

Bet the fireproof lighter troop make yo' eyes swell

Word to my _Fu-Gee-La_ and my nigga Praswell

Pacewon flips, I piss on niggas like the urinals

You keep on blurrin those WACK-ASS RHYMES

I break code and make access, grab my gun attack feds

With somethin that the rap heads can’t pass by

World reknowned.

world reknowned.

world reknowned.

world reknowned

Yo, mommy never knew I’d grow up to be a thug or

Be best friends with the neighborhood drug lord

Ironic lifestyle — who woulda thought that tomboy

You used to diss — got to be your wife now?

Sex in cars, money like the lotto

Brother try to foul me, Audi, cuatro

Crews fake bullshit and act stupid

I’m lootin, usin my third eye like a mutant

Rollin with the big men, ign’ant men fly

Mistaken motherfuckers, thought they had it locked

And along comes the Pacer — with ecstasy!

Got juice like a warden that can set you free

Chronicles of «Won», Pace the rhyme felon

Watch for my album.

World reknowned.

world reknowned.

world reknowned.

world reknowned