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This is W-O-U-T With a quick call-in question Caller, can you name a quick three countries? Kenya, France, uh, Japan? Yo, it's the Pace Wonner, more hot than late summer 8Th Wonder of the bass drum You can touch your melon, you can tell 'em Pace Won! You only do what Pace says Bottle up the product and serve it to the baseheads I keep it corporate, ain't with that talk shit One made to bust like the guns the cops walk with Hold the four-fifth, all kids vacate Test me to press me like a can of spray paint 'Cause by the time a policeman appears They'll be cuttin' down the bodies I hang like chandeliers Hip hop prisoner Alberto V-05 in your scalp like conditioner Hit you by the eye, fuck your 20/20 vision up Used to be a pilot, now he can't see life Or who his girl gettin' high with Nowadays I'm humble, strictly on some shy shit Usin' my ears, keepin' my affairs private Livin' that life of a righteous rap giant Pack the black iron that roar like mad lions Stingy Ebenezer, never freeze up, forever beaver Rapped out drunk, that one that black out like a seizure Burnin' hot with fever Right lung failing from inhalin' cheeba World renowned World renowned World renowned World renowned In my hood it's people fiendin', screamin' like the opera Hustlers up early, drinkin' dirty aqua Never put they Glock up, restless like the young kids Forties they tongue kiss like, "Who can get the drunkest?" Wear the right gear like them Nike Airs, strap-on MCs write rap songs, hoochies wear platforms It's all G Broad Street down to Stuyvesant Niggas got talent, move like Allen Iverson Rappers by the number Redman, Artifacts, Lords of the Under Sprint to get a glimpse Bet the fireproof light of truth make your eyes swell Word to my future lie, my nigga Pras well Pace Won flips, I piss on niggas like they urinals You keep on blurrin' those wack ass rhymes I break code and make access, grab my gun, attack feds I'm somethin' that the rap heads can't pass by World renowned World renowned World renowned World renowned World renowned Yo, mommy never knew I'd grow up to be a thug or Be best friends with the neighborhood drug lord Ironic lifestyle Who woulda thought that tomboy you used to diss 'Bout to be your wife now? Sex in cars, money like the lotto Brother try to foul me, outtie, watch roll Crews fake bullshit and act stupid I'm lootin', usin' my third eye like a mutant Rollin' with the big men, ignant men flock Mistaken motherfuckers thought they had it locked And along comes the Pacer with ecstasy Got juice like a warden that can set you free Chronicles of One, Pace the rhyme felon Watch for my album World renowned World renowned World renowned