Shyheim - Napsack lyrics

Napsack on my back napsack on my back
Napsack on my back (I carry a full pack)

I rocks the blocks with the rugged Hip-Hop
And I can't be stopped cause
My jam pumps like Reebok
So get a grip as I flip the bic
Don't slip cause I rip shit
And I'll packs a biscuit
So make em jump jump cause I gotta pump pump
I'll stick it in your gut
And see who jumps up
So tell me now do you think you can hang
With the Wu
(Wu) Tang (Tang) boom (boom) bang bang
Crunch that blast up the trunk of a punk
With the funk that gots 'em
Doing the drunken monk
On the Shaolin beatbox cause I rocks steady
Don't sweat me cause I get crazy like Eddie
Boom bah, some say I am a superstar
Tell em all I am what I am baby paw
And my beats, fatter than fat
They're not funny
Cause these drums remind me of
One's 4 Da Money
Now tell me that me and R can't drop hit's
Then you heard it but then you
Tried to rhyme and got dissed my style
My flow for real will have you chumped
And I get like Ziggy and toss it up


My styles is dope so call the kid dynamite
I writes the rhymes that's
Redder than blood sight
A trail of thunder with rugged hardcore
When I rips the crowd the
Dance floor gets sore
I laid down my game with
My shade and razor cane
I laid down my game and parlayed with my gang
A little rascal was a bad little bastard
(So you're the rugged child) I
See you're learning fast kid
Get the message I rapped several texts
So don't even try to step to
This with that old bullshit
On how you better me and how you could do me
Come on son
Cause you know my style is groovy
To the max as I watch and give a beating
And I got more bats in me than Michael Keaton

I'm kicking master Wu Tang slang
Cause I'm a slinger
I got a magic grip so you
Could call me Golden Fingers
I'm rough and I'm tough but
I keep it on profile
Wanna peep my style take a ride to the Isle
I'll meet you on the other side
We'll take ya dollar man
To prove to my fans that I really am the man
The hardcore shorty that will
Keep ya head bopping
And while I keep rocking your
Ears will start popping
To that freaky flow and all
That old good shit
And not to be conceited but
Hey the shoe fit's gimme room
I love to hear the next competition
So I can prepare to give another ass whipping
Short sneaky Shy-Shy the kid with the props
I'll make your heart stop at
The pop of a Glock
A Tech-9, an Uzi, so what can you do me?
But take his advice be the
Next one to sweat me