#Packwatch from Digital Pollution by Bruxism

Packwatch roll it up, smoke it till it's gone (xfour)

Drop the act and stop pretending that you something you not
Why do all your fucking songs sound like AI slop?
I've seen a couple cunts buckle when it comes to a stop
And five-zero could chop screw your whole crew outta jobs
Get the fuck out dodge, dislodge those words from your mouth
Don't tell nobody that this money what you're really about
You selling oil to the snakes for a shot at the top
Until the allegations drop, Diddy do it or not?
I'm rocking the spot, I'm shaking down crews with a click
You in a jail cell, wondering if your shit sticks
Up in the sticks some shooters is printing weapons to kill
And talking 'bout a revolution 'cuz his rights been repealed
And when the cops gonna catch him, even he'll cop a plea
And your face been on the internet for all to see
So I hope your legal team better know to talk
'Cuz the paper trail is saying ain't no way that you walk
You can see all of the wallets as it moves through the chain
The transactions always lead them to one and the same
He put his name down somewhere on a list for a call
That's all it took for them to go and put his name on the wall, R.I.P

Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught him snitching on his own fucking song
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Pack watch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught 'em slipping and it won't be fucking long

A couple weeks of tapped lines and they got the address
The whole squad in the van now suited in vests
All because he couldn't help but flex the whip on the feed
Hope a mugshot gets him the respect that he need
I've seen it happen to the best, every giant could fall
It could be your name next, right up there on the wall
I think it's funny that these dummies start some beef for the clout
And then they line they own pockets with a wink to the crowd
I'm on pack watch son, yeah we smoking 'em out
Steady waiting till the next time his foot in his mouth
Maybe I don't wear no Gucci or no Louis Vuitton
But where you're going everybody's got the same fit on
Went from posing with a launcher to a poser with papers
A couple letters went and turned ya from a rapper to rapist
Why all these big bad types always fucking with kids?
'Cuz ain't no way a woman putting up with half of his shit
So sick of the bit, I'm here to put a rest to the case
And send the whole ship sinking to the depths of their graves
You've taking the bait, now pull and go unravel your fate
End of the day you'll never put a name to the face bitch

Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught him snitching on his own fucking song
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
On God, we don't get along
Packwatch, roll it up, smoke it till it's gone
Caught 'em slipping and it won't be fucking long..

• Hardcore punk
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• experimental hip-hop
• post-punk
• trap metal
• Bucharest