Wanna Know (feat. Deacon The Villain) Lyrics & Chords By Packfm

If skills sold, truth be told, i’d probably be
Fuck that, yo, I’d still be me
I think back to the old tracks people say were so wack
Yeah, I agree but the lyrics were dope
Years ago I was stuck trying to be the new HOV
But now I’m sitting here wishing I was back to the old Pack
You know, going for broke
Flowing cold making room temperatures drop
So when I rock it’s like a blow of smoke
I must say that I’ve grown, updated the grind
Another great emcee patiently waiting in line
It’s frustrating cause fate it be taking his time
And I just said to my self ‘quite complaining and rhyme’
Straining my mind wondering what I got out
That should accept for niggas
all up in my head like John Malkovich
Before you couldn’t be down cause you liked the sound of it
Couldn’t pay dues with a bill that was counterfeit
What mattered was the raw, nothing less, nothing more
Now that whole scene’s deleted on the cutting room floor
There’s no substitute for the sound of a crowd’s roar
When they packed to the walls and they pouring out the door
But now you fast forward and it’s lost it’s allure
It ain’t a party, it’s a wake without a body in the morgue
I used to love it til I found out that this hottie was a whore
Now I can’t wait til she ain’t fucking anybody anymore
I’m tired of all the jealousy
And all the fuckers telling me
That I got a hate filled heart
You better change your melody
Or I’m a catch a felony
And that’s when the real shit starts
(they say rap’s changed)
(they wanna know how I feel about it)
(they say rap’s changed)
Now getting back to the bad dude
With right to bear arms, no not that lack of tattoos
Or tank tops, but the tactics to attack
Just know I smell fear
So be cool, and act natural
My attitude will never interfere with my hustle
So I’m like pay me first, then I’m like fuck you
718 rushing through the corpuscle
Flashy around the neck, ashy around the knuckle
Let my shirt hang low you never see my belt buckle
Scuff on my timb toes evidence of the scuffle
The bottom line kids, if you don’t want trouble
Stand there and say nothing like MF DOOM’s stunt double
Now I got your attention, you got you feather’s ruffled?
You can eat shit and choke, 2 girls and one cup
Nobody’s running shit, everybody’s jogging
Nobody’s writing songs, everybody’s blogging
Record stores shut down, and customers log in
Give a new meaning to the term window shopping
We barely had a choice before, when those options
Dwindle down to nothing, we know who’ll they be copping
So when your hands hot and you give the cold shoulder
Cause you a show closer and should be an opener
Somebody shoulda told ya when it’s over we control it
With no strings attached like wii controllers