Team Backpack, Locksmith, Chief Justice, Actual Proof - Chief Justice, Actual Proof, Locksmith lyrics

Holy swagger jacking
Scallywaging cowards acting
Like they running things they rapping
Like they really kings man
Wishing you was bishop but
You rooks and knights
And that's a step up - you been
A pawn all of your life
You playing dress up
You wanna ball beat off with your wife
And your ex box got yeah
Really thinking you nice
Watch the wet spot homie don't
Slip on the ice it gets hot under all the
Makeup and the lights, for real
The puppet show fuck it slow and make it last
Sing and dance, make em laugh
Flash your petty cash
Yeah you dial the numbers I call the shots
Balls up
The ballsucking niggas call the cops
See I ain't slept in about a year or two
Got some things I'm here to do
Let me make it clear to you
This ain't no fucking miracle man
I make it happen fade to black
And put the fear in you
You're lame and whack and say that
Rap and do some interviews
Haha, Chief Justice 'y'all

Supposedly they notice me
Maybe it's the ghost of me emotion, no poetry
Poetry I, keep the beat close to me "E"
I keep an extra line on me
Ya can't "F" with me fine
Flow one of a kind nope
Find no one to rhyme with em
Post-poet I thrive on it show em divine homie
So slow when I rhyme fuck
It the flow timeless
Only dropping at signs I gotta catch
Em with they eyes open
Fuck it I drop the math
Cats can't categorize me
Facts riddled with riddles
Belittling simple-minded
Tapping into my spiritual
Here is a lyrical monster
Past that point this pivotal
Figure I'm intertwined with
Past rap individuals too thicker
To look behind em penning enters to rap
Instrumentals to kill em with kindness
Big business I'm bout that dig
It picture me shining
Peel back bills I'm stacking residuals
In my prime prick
Steal that deal and stacking my
Pimping ain't even trying to
I'm sicker than sickle cell fixing
To get that swine flu
Hard up as your chick's crib
I'm fixing to slide through
I'm just trying to

Brian de Palma couldn't film it all
The rhyme books would give em
So much raw to cook
That the shook ones would drop it out of fear
Put Kubrick on it turn and pivot
I never brought myself face to face
I make that eye contact back to that
Place I put my public image
Persona traumas I was split like
36 oz's in the brick
From the shit they found in
Lulu's apartment in the movie
Don't slip it's called control sonny
And take money, money
Count it like I run the mint
And make money, money
Found that it was counterfeit
Fiat currencies and you're not
You better tuck that knot
Knots on your cranium brick, ha!

I don't fit in the box and
I don't need a teacher
I don't worship other rappers just
To get a feature
I don't toss a poem to come across as known
Or kick a whack freestyle and expect a
Pass cause it's off the dome
I don't speak for an arrogant cause
Or do self-righteous shit just
To merit applause i don't make scenes to be
Seen or cherish the gall
What you see as a skill
I see as a character flaw
I don't use a hype man or
Slight hand to buy fans
I don't scream to get attention
Through an over-hyped brand
I don't prostitute my talent
For people that bystand
Or try to hustle other rappers
More desperate than I am
Sell a verse, sell a hook
Sell a dream, sell a scheme
Sell a nigga false hope
You control his self-esteem
Let a nigga talk shit, I don't panic at all
I just throw a couple jabs
Gucci Mane at the mall
So please, tell me what is worse
A whack nigga off the dome or freestyling
Off a phone reading his verse?
Was given a pass I ask you this first
What happens after you rap and
Get a phone call mid-verse?
Parasitic, acidic sync I been it
I pen it, I penetrate with a pen at bay
To descend and bait
My inner state is in the state
That in the straight
Administrate and illustrate
What niggas take with haste till
It's in his face
In the case where I'm in the space
Where my end I'm chased
My inner face is faced with the
Waste of niggas sending hate
Intimidating to niggas claiming contention
Apparently incoherent was air
For my ascension
It's pinching a nerve ain't it?
I painted a pic cell
The pic sells, the pig sells
Of niggas that pinch cells, hell
Tied dog to a tree conveying this
Unleash him after a year and he'll
Stay in the same radius
Maybe it's in the water
Maybe it's just genetics
Maybe they love attention and rapping
Is how you get it
Embedded beneath the surface the
Purpose is unknown
You think this a joke nigga? Get
Shot in your funny bone