Forevershine

Yeah!
 PackFM! It's Qn5! The Plague!
 Kno, you laced it!
 Oh!
 Hook:
 I'll shine ("PackFM" scratched*) x8
 Forever!
 Verse 1:
 I'm back and it's on, the man you always askin' em for
 Now you relieved, like you was scratchin' your back wit a fork
 We argue who's gonna son you, like your parents divorce
 I'm off the radar, you the cartoon in the back of the Source
 "It's no fair, Pack's a vet, I never battle before"
 That's no excuse, shut up, bitch - you just mad 'cuz you lost
 Don't ever sit in a room with your back to the door
 You could get shot through the peephole, I seen it happen before
 Ain't nuthin' new to me, I school MCs
 But they viewin me
 They in the back of the class and their glasses is off
 You the reason the underground is in the back of the store
 My name on a CD means it's dope before the plastic is off
 I could've freestyled this verse, but I'm sick wit the written
 You ain't spittin', you grab the microphone, you hack and you cough
 MC's thinkin' that they GI's wit fatigues instead of Levi's
 Who you kiddin? Do you really think you lastin' a war?
 I spit rhymes in the booth until my larynx hoarse
 Grab the mic on stage till all my callouses sore
 Hands cramped till I can't peel the bandages off
 Last man standin' till I can't stand it no more
 Hook:
 C'mon, you want war? (I'll shine!)
 If the tracks yours or it's mine (I'll shine!)
 Whether I got a deal or unsigned (I'll shine!)
 As long as I stay on my grind (I'll shine!)
 Whether it's the Range or the train (I'll shine!)
 Even if I don't rock a chain (I'll shine!)
 Qn5, E-Famm, and the Plague (I'll shine!)
 I'ma stay on top of my game (Forever)
 Verse 2:
 Ayo, we spread DNA, straight from the Plague, runnin' shit
 Wanna battle for funds? Your ones, you runnin' it
 Punchline rapper that could also spit the gutter shit
 You ain't comin' out till 2009, your deal's a punishment
 Got a thousand bars, 15 minutes of fame
 That's like 2 cents to give, and 20 million to gain
 And I ain't done till I see you got a busted ear drum
 Your neck's numb, and a rewind symbol pressed inside your thumb
 As a matter of fact, you could do the math on that
 There's women on my dick, and twins is goin half on a sack
 Think you on my level, not yet
 I blow spots, you bomb threat, you got floor seats, I got next
 I smoke MCs you pothead
 You leprechaun, I'm Loch Ness - I'm dot com, you dot net
 I got on, you got vexed - I got it sewn up
 You got the Y2K bug, you shoulda been blown up...
 Hook
 Verse 3:
 Alright, let's make this official, I'm bad to the gristle
 I'm reppin the Plizzle, can't guess my initials
 Fah shizzle, my nizzle, Won't help if I diss you
 Won't nobody miss you
 Like Kriss Kross and Chip Fu
 it's foul blow the whistle, may sting just a little
 Yup! I'm a small dude, but I fight like I'm 6'2"
 A mean individual, wit green by the fistful
 My team take an L? What you thinkin is wishful
 You bark like a pitbull, but bite like a shizu
 Breath smellin like my dick do, your girl must've kissed you
 Hollow tip bullets versus nuclear missiles
 How you gonna stop the Plague, when you can't cure the sniffles?
 Rhymes stored in the mental, no need for a pencil
 Or Pen, when I write shit, the ink start to sizzle
 Put your CD away, nobody want to hear your shit, dude
 I get 50 a day, them niggas claim they could spit too
 Demo - 70 minutes, only took 2 to skip thru
 I got ebony women, by the pool in they swimsuit
 Now you'll never be winnin'
 Diss my crew, it'll piss you off
 Little kid, be gone, this is bitchproof...
 Hook
 "Pack FM" - "I mastered this" (I'll shine) x8
 *scratches till end