Pac Blood [Explicit]
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โฑ๏ธ 2:32 duration
๐ ID: 14513615
๐ Lyrics
The Shakespeare of sixteens, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me, but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me, but they never get my chin
One writing scriptures, bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging onto every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants 'cause my penmanship is excellence
Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero 'cause my words give 'em pride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for
Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave 'em all astonished, ride with the verbs
Make a grown man cry with strength for the words
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
(Check)
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
But oh, so original, nigga's extra-crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
Little Macs could never be number one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou, abused child with a notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tongue bring torture to men, women, and children
The memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next piece at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Starting to get more power than the ones that wear crowns
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had the Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
Made a sculpture of me, but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me, but they never get my chin
One writing scriptures, bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging onto every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants 'cause my penmanship is excellence
Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero 'cause my words give 'em pride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for
Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave 'em all astonished, ride with the verbs
Make a grown man cry with strength for the words
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
(Check)
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
But oh, so original, nigga's extra-crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
Little Macs could never be number one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou, abused child with a notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tongue bring torture to men, women, and children
The memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next piece at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Starting to get more power than the ones that wear crowns
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had the Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.71] The Shakespeare of sixteens, dipping my ink pen
[00:12.38] Made a sculpture of me, but my dick was too thin
[00:14.95] Painting pictures of me, but they never get my chin
[00:17.31] One writing scriptures, bringing tears to the princess
[00:19.84] Every time I indent, you can see the intent
[00:22.31] Leave your mind bent, hanging onto every sentence
[00:24.77] Have no apprentice, style uninherited
[00:27.29] Laughing at you peasants 'cause my penmanship is excellence
[00:29.59] Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
[00:32.20] I'm the town hero 'cause my words give 'em pride
[00:34.52] And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for
[00:37.04] Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
[00:39.68] Leave 'em all astonished, ride with the verbs
[00:42.05] Make a grown man cry with strength for the words
[00:44.54] Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
[00:47.00] Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
[00:49.59] Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
[00:52.02] Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
[00:54.48] Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
[00:57.05] Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
[00:59.42] Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
[01:01.81] Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[01:07.72] (Check)
[01:09.19] What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
[01:11.77] Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
[01:14.06] But oh, so original, nigga's extra-crispy
[01:16.75] Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
[01:19.21] Little Macs could never be number one, your time's done
[01:21.65] Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
[01:24.10] Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose
[01:26.68] Maya Angelou, abused child with a notebook
[01:29.06] Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
[01:31.58] Tongue bring torture to men, women, and children
[01:33.94] The memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
[01:36.48] Await my next piece at a formal engagement
[01:38.92] Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
[01:41.15] Starting to get more power than the ones that wear crowns
[01:43.86] Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
[01:46.41] Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
[01:48.85] Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
[01:51.45] Had the Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
[01:53.83] Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
[01:56.38] Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
[01:58.84] Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
[02:01.29] Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[02:03.92]
[00:12.38] Made a sculpture of me, but my dick was too thin
[00:14.95] Painting pictures of me, but they never get my chin
[00:17.31] One writing scriptures, bringing tears to the princess
[00:19.84] Every time I indent, you can see the intent
[00:22.31] Leave your mind bent, hanging onto every sentence
[00:24.77] Have no apprentice, style uninherited
[00:27.29] Laughing at you peasants 'cause my penmanship is excellence
[00:29.59] Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide
[00:32.20] I'm the town hero 'cause my words give 'em pride
[00:34.52] And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for
[00:37.04] Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
[00:39.68] Leave 'em all astonished, ride with the verbs
[00:42.05] Make a grown man cry with strength for the words
[00:44.54] Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
[00:47.00] Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
[00:49.59] Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
[00:52.02] Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
[00:54.48] Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
[00:57.05] Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
[00:59.42] Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
[01:01.81] Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[01:07.72] (Check)
[01:09.19] What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
[01:11.77] Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to
[01:14.06] But oh, so original, nigga's extra-crispy
[01:16.75] Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
[01:19.21] Little Macs could never be number one, your time's done
[01:21.65] Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
[01:24.10] Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose
[01:26.68] Maya Angelou, abused child with a notebook
[01:29.06] Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
[01:31.58] Tongue bring torture to men, women, and children
[01:33.94] The memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
[01:36.48] Await my next piece at a formal engagement
[01:38.92] Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
[01:41.15] Starting to get more power than the ones that wear crowns
[01:43.86] Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
[01:46.41] Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit
[01:48.85] Rhymes that'll make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
[01:51.45] Had the Virgin Mary doing lines in the pickup
[01:53.83] Make Sarah Palin deepthroat 'til she hiccup
[01:56.38] Had T.D. Jakes 'round this bitch doing stick-ups
[01:58.84] Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
[02:01.29] Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[02:03.92]