Stop, Start

[Verse One:Mr. S.O.S.] T minus 10, 9, 8 skip a few Now we launchin' this S.O.S. and Pack here to stomp on kids And hit 'em with a blow so monstrous That they can't hold onto consciousness You're better off playin' possum bitch Cause this cool jam is equipped with a full band And enough bump to make it difficult to stand And... Oh you thought it was done... But it's only begun... Where the fuck are the drums? Aw fuck it, yo This is for my motherfuckin' peeps from Palm Beach to Queens to Canada All around the whole world like pan handlers Amateurs plan for this we're gonna remind you what bananas is Clap to this till you need bandages on your hands and shit Yeah and it's nothin' I'm buggin' like fruit flies Cause I'm too high, Pack tell 'em they ain't fuckin' with you in 5 [PackFM] 4, 3, 2, 1 bring it back Ayo... Who keeps fuckin' with the track? Ayo, y'all messin' with the song... Yo, is this thing on? Ayo ring the alarm cause I'm bringin' the bomb Got people on the streets screamin' "What's that thing on his arm?!" I mean you no harm Fuck that, I want you to die I'll punch you in the neck while you lookin' up at the sky And I don't know why They said this was supposed to be fun But I'm tryin' to overcompensate for not havin' a gun Either way I'm the immaculate one The P the A the C the K, rip the track till it's done So when I pass the baton, you can grab it and run Ayo (Pause), bring it back, I don't know 'bout that one Now let me stop, start and shit cause it's 'bout to become Something hard to quit And I'm just tryin' to beat the track before the drop of the drum (Yes) Now I'm happy I'm done What? See how stupid I look? Shit Yo, where the fuck is the hook? Oh, there it is [Hook] It goes stop, start pumpin' your fists But if you stop, start runnin' your lips Then you can stop, start fuckin' with this Cause this is Stop, Start up in this bitch It goes stop, start, stop, start, stop, start, stop, start [Verse Two: Mr. S.O.S] And it's like that... Mr. S.O.S. and Pack... Uhhh, FM on the track... Uhhh, freshmen get attacked... When the beat comes back they don't know how to act Like Keanu and Arnold Mineral flow like Pierre water 'Fuck You I Rhyme Better' is my everyday motto These rappers are half man like Ciara with Bow Wow Now I'll, have to get goin' before I knew Arrest the president, now Pack it's on you [PackFM] And we run through Cro... And the crew's... And then I rep... And (shit)... Damn, sorry Sometimes when I think about how dope this is I find it hard to focus on focusing The name is F Mack bitch, I'm supposed to win Timeless rhymes, who knows when I wrote this shit Don't get it twisted, I never hold a pen My mind's in the gutter, like some bowling pins Ayo, I gotta piss, hold this shit... I couldn't hold it in... (aww that's the stuff) Nonstoppin' the flow... But when you gotta go... Yo Lock and load, we got more spots to blow Take a bit of rock and roll and lace the shit with lots of soul No mission is impossible, we fillin' up the hospital Challenging a riot squad to a game of 'Crowd Control' And I ain't got time to show you bitches how to flow So I'm out the do', Tone hit it with the stop and go Shit... Because I'm 'bout to go get... Me a motherfuckin' hit... And it just don't quit... And I don't smoke crack neither [Hook] [Mr. S.O.S.] Yes... It's Mr. S.O.S... (keep it goin' son) And my boy Pack... (that's me nigga, what) Him and Tonedeff on the motherfuckin' beat and you weak if you think you can com-...(yo where the beat?) -pete... Oh shit it's really done that time son. We out this motherfucker. (Nah fuck that I'm stayin')