[Shadow The Great intro]
Kids in Brooklyn, whattup?
Yo check it
[Shadow The Great - Verse 1]
All my n***as got that knowledge of self
Too many scared of their reflection
Won't acknowledge they self
In all honesty
n***as fall victim to false prophecy
Pigs mocking me - this is modern day tricknology
I load the caliber
Cross the x off the calendar
My man's got locked
They found the Glock up in the Maxima
Pa**enger with the Glock
And a sock full of Heroin
From there on - the G.O.D's the only thing we Fear on
The Devil comes in many shapes, sizes and surprises
[?]
I close your eyelids
[?] we are in the middle of the ghetto
[?] so much inside of you [?]
Hello friend, here I stand: The original man
Check, here I stand: The original man
Hello friend, here I stand: The original man
Yo, Vi Seconds, what's good?
[Vi Seconds intro]
Yeah, make some noise for him Team Backpack
Make some noise for him
I say, say we gotta feel it out a little bit
Hold on, yeah
Yeah x5
It's like this, uh
It's like that, yeah
It's like this, uh
It's like that, yeah
[Vi Seconds - Verse 1]
That's your dog?
Watch me air his owner, it burns when the four is fired
What don't k** you makes you stronger;
This body gon' fortify you
Lord, I'm sorry that I'm murdering my kid
But this Mac got a partner
And they dance like Les Twins
I'm the Gawd
Everybody that I'm seeing isn't me
You gonna get your goats eaten;
Caribbean cuisine
f** you mean that you exit to off you on camera
You gon' hear more gun sounds
Than the ad libs on Panda
Graaa
You making this decision is flawed
'Cause now you're playing with acid;
Watch these n***as dissolve
Yeah, owe me money, b**h
Your whole city gets scarred
Hundred round drum rolling
Like the Dominican R's
Get your n***as involved - I got a hobby
I'm a well-trained gymnast;
Always down to catch a body
I am he in fly attire
Seeing me, you won't see the Future
But you may die in Designer
Offin' y'all b**hes, I will not regret
Getting ahead by showing I'm the goat
That's a baphomet
You f**ed up
[?] scary position
Sending a message with my desert
That's my carrier pigeon
My aim is very efficient
My hold is greater
I connect and split you screen - like multiplayer, yeah
f** around and flip
And you won't stick your discount
Get your toe tagged
Like it's selling out at discount
Migraine/My grain - get you rappers holding on your heads
I got Shadow
Now I'm eating rappers with a loaf of bread
Boy you dead - this a hit
This a way for me to cash out
We'll party till I'm drawing on this n***a like...
Pa**ed out - being nice didn't get me far
Now I'm alcoholic; taking shots - every single bar
You the n***a with a d**h wish
I'm planning the funeral
The sweetest thing I ate
Since the Flintstone Chewables
I'm fire
[Shadow The Great intro 2]
Make some motherf**ing noise
Real lyricism at its finest
Nothing artificial
Yo check it
Hands up
[Shadow The Great - Verse 2]
Peep the way I function
Only take an L at [?] Junction
Inhale the weed aroma
'Cause I made it out the dungeon
How you living?
Peace to all my n***as locked in prison
n***as caught slipping and the politicians [?]
Here I stand: The original man
The truth is scattered out in [?] out in the sand
In the pyramids - asiatic images of diligence
Connected with the sun for energy - like photosynthesis
Loaf my syndicate
We not the same - the only difference is
Use my penmanship to help maneuver through imprisonment
But now a days
n***as adress me as the prophet
It's like I always knew my lyrics would take me out the projects
God cypher divine - open your mind
Don't let them tell you what to eat
And then control you in time
I ain't mad at you
n***as selling dope on Bushwick Avenue
Had to do, what they had to do
Artificial - not natural
Never tell them n***as what to f**ing do
It's off the top
I ain't rapping like no f**ing pedestal
It's Team Backpack
Live from Murder Avenue, the Queens
n***as grew up with a dollar and the dream
f** you mean, son?
Wiling, Profiling will get you clapped
sh** is real
n***as are never supposed to make it out the traps
Screaming "chill"
All I ever wanted was a deal
Getting hundreds, counting [?], though my momma in the heels
Check it
Yo, live from Murder Avenue the [?]
Grew up in the gutter
Tryin' to get that bread and bu*ter
Other n***as out schemin'
Trying to rob a undercover
With that broken tech
Nah, I ain't doing federal time
So keep moving
Told my little n***as keep cruising
They try to lock up a n***a
But can't stop a f**ing movement
Can't illustrate
Crack your neck if you step to my dinner plate
Innovate when I ventilate, n***a - watch me set this straight
Its Loaf Muzik you ba*tard
Closed casket - from a place where n***as' back rots
Chopping, it's so addicts
Now he poppin' pills like his doctor, Bill, was on the hospital
I spit ill, lyrics - f** this critic unless your Doctor Phil
Drop a [?], peace to all my [?] writers bombing still
If you a king stand tall, that's how my Momma feels
And I ain't never run from n***as with the cops
On the block still a king - from my locks to my socks
[Shadow The Great outro]
Make some motherf**ing noise if you feel me
Make some motherf**ing noise if you feel me
Loaf Muzik in this motherf**er
Word up
[Vi Seconds intro 2]
Yeah, yeah
Make some noise for Shadow The great one time
Now, make some noise for Shadow The great one time!
Shadow, I'm sorry my n***a
Yeah
[Vi Seconds - Verse 2]
For this battle you are not poised
I got a thirty on me
And I'm Steph Curry with my shot, boy
To keep the peace when I speak - don't say sh**
Or this piece gon' hit your heart
Like deep conversation
Brooklyn's Zoo
And my pit is where you' n***as found
Getting dragged around
But you ain't putting this gorilla down
Sit it down
Wanna fight but don't know where your boys at?
Might as well shoot yourself - Cheddar Bob, Troy Ave
Quit acting like a b**h, stop acting like a damn diva
Or got hit with something with a nose long as an anteater's
I'm the n***a that your master copies
I get a grip, mask up
And start popping like Jabbawockeez
And dumping your girl is a big mistake
I'll jizz her face and make her spit it in the air
Like Triple H - n***a wait
You thought this was a game? You n***as' insane
The k - I'll give you more flame than entering kane
The shame - you putting dirt on my name
You n***as' the worst
And I don't get it like a Young Thug verse
In the comments yapping lip
But in person you ain't man enough
You look at me and Frieza/freeze I'll blow this whole planet up
I told you once before: I'm taking what's mine
I told you once already: Don't come after problem 99
The God - I lift fire
I'm better by design
Sub-Zero back colder - now I'm holding up your spine
Fatality
[Outro 2 Shadow/Vi Seconds]
Yo, we keep this sh** going?
We keep it going?
Oh, is that it?
Oh, aight, cool - it's all love
Yo, peace for everybody
Yo, Vi Seconds
It's all love
Team Backpack
MAKE SOME NOISE TEAM BACKPACK!
That's what the f** I'm talkin' bout, Brooklyn