Team Backpack, CyHi, Joell Ortiz, Jarren Benton - CyHi The Prynce, Joell Ortiz, Jarren Benton | MULA 2015 lyrics

Yeah jarren Benton
What's up y'all, how the fuck y'all feeling?
Yeah, I hope I don't offend
Nobody with this shit man check it out
Yeah

I used to be broke as fuck
Whipping a Honda Accord with 2 spinners
Dick stayed between your bitch's dress
No Bruce Jenner
Igniting crack pipes with flames from butane
Bitches used to play me to the left
Said I was 'too strange'
Now I'm getting head from Cali
Hoes and smoking new strains
Ran a couple trains on foreign
Bitches out in Ukraine
Trying to be an honorary member of Wu Tang
But, I'm throwed off like
Uday and Qusay Hussein fuck up your future
I'll shoot the Ruger through your Uber
I sift through cow manure for shrooms
Out his medulla i'll sit in the car get head
While I listen to Gwar
I'll punch through your fucking chest and
Kick my leg through your heart
The illest lyricist
Smack a rapper for spitting gibberish
Hopsin never take me in public
Cause I'm too niggerish
Ay, fuck the police with
Eric Garner's dead dick i need meds quick
Snapping necks like breadsticks
These new rappers a bunch of
Faggots and fuck boys
Ay, I bet you these niggas fuck boys
Fake thugs, Gustos, CB4
I talked to 'Pac with a Ouija board
Hail Mary ay tell that bitch to shut the
Fuck up when the song play
Dyslexic throw up gang signs the wrong way
And drugs got me having 'out of body's
I kill a rapper
Drop the corpse off in Abu Dhabi
I'm doing donuts on a Kawasaki
I'm with your bitch sipping sour sake
Ay nigga try me I kill you
And fucking hide the body
I date old white bitches that do mal-Pilates
Uh, Tech'll blow you to Reese's Pieces
Put you on a Stairway to Heaven
And have you meeting Jesus
Funk Volume the squad, salute to my nigga
Getting cake catch a bitch nigga and snuff
Him like Diddy did Drake
Benton! We in this bitch!

Yuh lA y'all ready?! Okay huh
I see you nigga's green, night goggles
I'm a Activis, I belong in a Sprite bottle
I write novels, the last testament
Thou said to Prynce
"you won't find these verses
In Christ's Bible"
My pistol ain't got no body
Like a white model
I don't listen to rap nigga
Cause I like gospel i grew up with some
Night Riders David Hassellhoff
Who won't stop rapping white Asher Roth
Involved with albatross at the Travel Lodge
Niggas try to sabotage a nigga catalogue
You sheep ain't herd my wolves
Will knock the cattle off
Leave your whole neighborhood wet it's
Raining cats and dogs
The rest of the survivors to the casa
On tour with nothing but riders on my rider
Whoever knew Duna was the
Driver of that Sonata
That I would have so much
Truth inside my saliva
Niggas throwing shade in my face
Just like this visor
So I got some partners that're
Killers so I advise ya
Not to fuck with young Elijah
Cause my guys'll throw the body in the trunk
And lake 'em like As-salamu
Huh, we the saviors of our genre
Huh, to bring the youth to the truth
Is our honor from youngsters out in Ghana
Reliving Hotel Rwanda
I can't sleep cause there's kids
With nowhere to slumber
We should give Nobels to mommas and
Women who held us under
I know my momma worry
From my past of life's crimes
I still use a notepad when
I'm writing my rhymes
Cause literally, I put my life on the line
I'm out this bitch

Team Backpack, What's up?! Yaowa
I wrote this last night in my bed
Cause they've been sleeping on me people said
Funny cause I could do this
Standing on my head i can't stand y'all like
2 bad prosthetic legs something like an OG
Just a newer version of the old me
Hungrier than I was back in '03
Got a little change, but I ain't changed
Niggas know me but the Rollie do shine while
I'm holding up an OE this thing here locked
You would think Joell a Rasta
These niggas queer
They career's on a teleprompter
Bunch of gimmicks
Motherfuckers couldn't tell a chopper
From a fifth, cause when I said that
They thought helicopter
I'm tired of looking left and
Right we made a left, right?
And now I feel like everything
That's left ain't right
If you a up and coming rapper
Here's the best advice chill out
I'm running the show without a extra mic
I'm telling you God spoke to me
He said "little man, listen closely
I gave you most of me
Therefore you're way more than
Man's supposed to be
Hopefully you reach supreme Yaowa" I said
"hopefully!" every track is hard
I'll single handedly crack your squad in
Half for having average bars
What's a battle scar?
I'm unscathed, I should smash guitars
On your bum waves
Or tangle your dumb braids for
How trash you are niggas probably like
"Ortiz spazzing" it's just me rapping
In a rush, i got a mean bad one waiting
On me in the meat packing
I'm bringing keys to the dream
In case I'm the key to her
Dreams and she need me packing
I been listening to the streets yapping
Putting Gucci stickers on my
Laptop, you know, g-Macking
See skill is something you'll
Never see me lacking
That's a selfie in church clothes
Picture me slacking
I tried to tell y'all dumbasses
In '07 to make these niggas
Step on they white sunglasses
Now we turning to Smurf Village, y'all let it
But Gargamel's been doing barbell presses
I'll stomp your little movement
Crush your little cave
Turn your wave into a ripple in
A puddle near your grave
I know the real you, the real you, so behave
Without the lies and cameras you
Don't want that action backstage
I'm on my real new york shit
Four-fifth careful where you walk shit
Cause you could turn chalk next to dog shit
Where I'm from we're awkward, look Khalid
A coffin spitting up your organs on your
Way to being corpses
Every other day I stood around some
Shit that'd make you nauseous
Buck 50, son cheek falling while he talking
Dead woman walking
Wish I saw the class portrait
Shorty used to be bad that
Dope made her a monster
Y'all niggas know, y'all niggas whack rap
I put this cypher in my knapsack
Nigga this Team Backpack