Team Backpack, Tim Chantarangsu, Caskey, Rapsody, CyHi - Team Backpack Cypher 2014 lyrics
[Team Backpack, Tim Chantarangsu, Caskey, Rapsody, CyHi - Team Backpack Cypher 2014 lyrics]
I’m Martin Luther with the heart to shoot ya
Screaming "hallelujah" walking out
The jeweler
Fuck the highway trooper and the prosecutor
Shades made by medusa for the barbecuers
Shittin’ on 'em in the club
I'm a party pooper my cigars from Cuba and
My broad's from Hooters
My patna got the goopa, and I got the buddha
‘Cause kush ain't that hard to push
Like a car in neutral
We were the first niggas
Rocking Dior Homme shoes
I’m in a class of my own
I went to home school
‘Cause when ya money Nia Long, fool
You can even make Stacey Dash if you want too
Pull up in that jag like I'm Jones-Drew
Just called my patna for a quarter
That’s a phone booth
A redbone is who I'm prone to
Cyhi the Prynce
You looking at the Watch the Throne crew
3 hot emcees, huh, and I’m all of ‘em
I got a New York state of mind
I just talk southern
My name ring like after you
Hit the call button
And hater you a nobody: Paul’s cousin
Haters talk tough and won’t draw nothin'
Pull out faster than the first
Time you got caught fuckin’
Remember when you had the green by the mile?
Yeah, rest in peace to Michael Clarke Duncan
Back when my niggas had the
White and soft bunkin'
Drop the flour in the pot
Look like a rice ball dumpling
Getting doe, got me walking pigeon-toed
And I get laptop like the Microsoft company
When I say that I'm the best, shot’s fire
Pow pow! Sound like somebody let a
Rifle off or something
This is lemonade in the sun
What you know about spending days on the run?
Yeah, my last project was
A masterpiece, shit
Like the slave owner's gun
And, yeah, I’m underground like the railroads
I will never change, I'm jail clothes
In my shell toes
I’m Bones Jones with the strong, holmes
'Cause all i got is elbows, nigga
It’s been a pleasure to fuck
Up you nigga’s energy
Feel me as a threat, big as Pac, Biggie
And Kennedy
Walk the path where the 'menities
Missing but never cared none
Heart’s aware, something up my sleeve
But never spared none
Sacrifices, the nicest, the black Mola Ram
Welcome to the temple of doom
I’m holding your heart in hand yes
Run them over, I’m not the Joker
You’re just a joker
All my life i been nice, as probably most of
Your Black Dantes, andrés, Kanyes, and Hovas
Majority of most people that made
Us sleep on sofas just woke up off one
It's real bossin’ if you ain’t noticed
Work hard to be hotter you
Gotta survive the coldest
The talk show I ain't been chauffeured, yeah
I got drive 9th Wonder, I been a threat
I hope they got nine lives
I can run with any one
Of these niggas you idolize
Ain't none of my tires been broken
I’m so soft spoken but not really tho
I'm still killing these niggas like
"Eeny, miny, moe" yeah, yeah, like
"Eeny, miny, moe"
I’m still killing these nigga’s like
"Eeny, miny, moe"
Yo, God should send back Christ
Just to resurrect BIG so he
Can tell me I’m nice
The best in life you seen in awhile
Don’t worry ‘bout me
They more worried of vows
‘Tween Wiz and Amb and so and so
I spit that hella cancer
Jamla the squad and Rapsody
Your favorite answer
Fuck the government, fuck the law
Fuck the crooked pigs
I’m reading out of their book of sins
I got so much drive to serve y'all
I can cook in my Benz
Iller than wheel, just look at my rims
Some folks don’t feel you till they
Feeling yo hook and yo Timbs
Stomping out the competition, no step team
You’re like porno vid on Bangbros
That says "wet teens"
You’re getting fucked by the industry
Stuck, fuck your sympathy
I pull up, gun chords gettin' struck
That’s a symphony
Say your squad ready for war
But, you’re not an infantry
Nah, you're a bitch, you getting smacked
That’s the pimp in me simply put
I’m right here 'cause that was meant for me
And I wack Lucifer when that
Pussy attempt at tempting me
Temporarily going through therapy
Got a bitch who take care of me
But that bitch got a motive
That shit ain’t charity
I fuck her to some Jay, when I bust
Moment of clarity
The rapper turned white but no
White rapper’s compare to me bitch
I said it's obvious
I heard that you was talkin shit, anonymous
Well I’ll karate punch your body
Guts into the audience i kill shit
You probably won't acknowledge it
But, I know how you pussies work
I’m the gynecologist
They see the joke and they say
"Man he cheesy" but, I got bar’s on the low
Kinda like a speak easy
Try to keep me down cuz I keep it so real
But, I got a brain like a broken fridge
No chill
Renaissance man, Mr jack off all trades
Fresh off the top like tappers and bald fades
They looking down on me ‘cuz im not to tall
But now I’m making headlines like
My hat to small
You really must be sleeping if
You ain’t never seen me
I went from youtube video now i'm on MTV
Now I’m the only asian dude up on BET
Man, i feel out of this world
It’s like i could be ET
Screaming "hallelujah" walking out
The jeweler
Fuck the highway trooper and the prosecutor
Shades made by medusa for the barbecuers
Shittin’ on 'em in the club
I'm a party pooper my cigars from Cuba and
My broad's from Hooters
My patna got the goopa, and I got the buddha
‘Cause kush ain't that hard to push
Like a car in neutral
We were the first niggas
Rocking Dior Homme shoes
I’m in a class of my own
I went to home school
‘Cause when ya money Nia Long, fool
You can even make Stacey Dash if you want too
Pull up in that jag like I'm Jones-Drew
Just called my patna for a quarter
That’s a phone booth
A redbone is who I'm prone to
Cyhi the Prynce
You looking at the Watch the Throne crew
3 hot emcees, huh, and I’m all of ‘em
I got a New York state of mind
I just talk southern
My name ring like after you
Hit the call button
And hater you a nobody: Paul’s cousin
Haters talk tough and won’t draw nothin'
Pull out faster than the first
Time you got caught fuckin’
Remember when you had the green by the mile?
Yeah, rest in peace to Michael Clarke Duncan
Back when my niggas had the
White and soft bunkin'
Drop the flour in the pot
Look like a rice ball dumpling
Getting doe, got me walking pigeon-toed
And I get laptop like the Microsoft company
When I say that I'm the best, shot’s fire
Pow pow! Sound like somebody let a
Rifle off or something
This is lemonade in the sun
What you know about spending days on the run?
Yeah, my last project was
A masterpiece, shit
Like the slave owner's gun
And, yeah, I’m underground like the railroads
I will never change, I'm jail clothes
In my shell toes
I’m Bones Jones with the strong, holmes
'Cause all i got is elbows, nigga
It’s been a pleasure to fuck
Up you nigga’s energy
Feel me as a threat, big as Pac, Biggie
And Kennedy
Walk the path where the 'menities
Missing but never cared none
Heart’s aware, something up my sleeve
But never spared none
Sacrifices, the nicest, the black Mola Ram
Welcome to the temple of doom
I’m holding your heart in hand yes
Run them over, I’m not the Joker
You’re just a joker
All my life i been nice, as probably most of
Your Black Dantes, andrés, Kanyes, and Hovas
Majority of most people that made
Us sleep on sofas just woke up off one
It's real bossin’ if you ain’t noticed
Work hard to be hotter you
Gotta survive the coldest
The talk show I ain't been chauffeured, yeah
I got drive 9th Wonder, I been a threat
I hope they got nine lives
I can run with any one
Of these niggas you idolize
Ain't none of my tires been broken
I’m so soft spoken but not really tho
I'm still killing these niggas like
"Eeny, miny, moe" yeah, yeah, like
"Eeny, miny, moe"
I’m still killing these nigga’s like
"Eeny, miny, moe"
Yo, God should send back Christ
Just to resurrect BIG so he
Can tell me I’m nice
The best in life you seen in awhile
Don’t worry ‘bout me
They more worried of vows
‘Tween Wiz and Amb and so and so
I spit that hella cancer
Jamla the squad and Rapsody
Your favorite answer
Fuck the government, fuck the law
Fuck the crooked pigs
I’m reading out of their book of sins
I got so much drive to serve y'all
I can cook in my Benz
Iller than wheel, just look at my rims
Some folks don’t feel you till they
Feeling yo hook and yo Timbs
Stomping out the competition, no step team
You’re like porno vid on Bangbros
That says "wet teens"
You’re getting fucked by the industry
Stuck, fuck your sympathy
I pull up, gun chords gettin' struck
That’s a symphony
Say your squad ready for war
But, you’re not an infantry
Nah, you're a bitch, you getting smacked
That’s the pimp in me simply put
I’m right here 'cause that was meant for me
And I wack Lucifer when that
Pussy attempt at tempting me
Temporarily going through therapy
Got a bitch who take care of me
But that bitch got a motive
That shit ain’t charity
I fuck her to some Jay, when I bust
Moment of clarity
The rapper turned white but no
White rapper’s compare to me bitch
I said it's obvious
I heard that you was talkin shit, anonymous
Well I’ll karate punch your body
Guts into the audience i kill shit
You probably won't acknowledge it
But, I know how you pussies work
I’m the gynecologist
They see the joke and they say
"Man he cheesy" but, I got bar’s on the low
Kinda like a speak easy
Try to keep me down cuz I keep it so real
But, I got a brain like a broken fridge
No chill
Renaissance man, Mr jack off all trades
Fresh off the top like tappers and bald fades
They looking down on me ‘cuz im not to tall
But now I’m making headlines like
My hat to small
You really must be sleeping if
You ain’t never seen me
I went from youtube video now i'm on MTV
Now I’m the only asian dude up on BET
Man, i feel out of this world
It’s like i could be ET