Team Backpack, Rugz D. Bewler, J57, Soul Khan - Rugz D. Bewler, J57, Soul Khan lyrics

Y'all should make the thumbnail a
Freeze frame of me
With a really viral title like
"This Geek Slays the Beat"
Nah, fuck the clickbait, dickface, it's weak
Shameful cheap
Shit only hot for one minute like Flea, Dave
And Kiedis

Is he great as Jesus? More less
These days i'm leaning toward yes
Cause me and the demons in my mind
Just signed a little freetrade agreement
So these flames i'm breathing
Could cremate a phoenix
America, the paranoid
Police state is fiendish
And I won't skip the subject even
If you ain't victim of it
Please save your reasons
Why you are more offended by a looted store
Than you are by a teenager bleeding

If Michael Brown was white as clouds
And Darren Wilson was a black
Civlian named Daryl Wilkins
He'd be on trial now
But Darren and them cowards
Think a pair of sagging trousers
Have some scary magic powers
To make any black or brown
Kid into Manny Pacquiao

But slow dance to Sinatra
Motherfuckers disgust me like how bro
Rap is a genre
And if that shoe could fit you
I would toe tag you with honor
The lines I write could make your
Colon prolapse to a comma

Nobody would call me a Woody or Cosby
Cause no still means no to me
Homie, if she rolls her hosiery up
You cannot fuck just go home
Get over it and you can stroke it like Okami
Okaly dokaly
That shit is real as a notary public

Fuck it, save all the woe is me
I wish that I could be a nicer person
Spit something that's life affirming
And tell you look at the stars
But, you say that you're too good for
Them bars like you're Piper Kerwin
I'm on point like the hypodermic
Before the Christ conversion