Geez Francisco - Backwood Raps lyrics

[Intro: Geez Francisco] Ahhh, sh** Feel that ? It's Cryogenesis, Hah [Verse 1: Geez Francisco] You in the presence of a genius When you in my region keep ya head towards ya sneakers Before you catch a sneak up by them demons A bunch of f**ing heathens doing stick ups on the weekends What the f**s cathedral ? Them wine and crackers pa**ing cannot feed you Let alone lead you to better paths for your people So smoke the f**ing reefer and quit tryna be a preacher And sip that 40 ounces like a 40 year old geezer I'm Yoda through the speakers, disrespecting all ya teachers Mothaf** the SWAT team, all the dirty a** polices I wasn't born in silver spoon neighborhoods, more like plastic Lotta caskets, dirty mattress Philly accents, ankles ashy I think it's time for revolution Lets burn the constitution smoke the reefer while I do it This the sh** that have these rappers folding Kitana through his shoulder, in the presence of my flowing Leave em open, heart convulsions Smoking potent, choking But sh** it had me focused, but never slipping The Audi come equipped with Smiffins If it's problems demolition, Islamic is turning christian Long as god is my witness the rhyming will be proficient This that black hoodie cruising b**hes leaking fluid, see these n***as losing Tryna creep up on the movement, til I hit em with hadokens Leave they spinal cords loosened, the head jerk was amusing Left coroners in confusion This Backwood got my lungs doing some back flips Or maybe it's the cactus smelling like pure cat piss It's Phillys care package atomic bombs and mad clips Don't act rich, my k**ers will wait under your mattress The 40 ounce bandit feeling like I'm Count Dracula Extracting souls then leave the carca** in the Acura Imma ask you who the best, if you don't come correct The shots will penetrate ya vest and make they way into ya chest I'm just playing, I ain't really a shooter I prefer Street Fighter beat that a** with Akuma Wanna learn some techniques I'm more than happy to school ya, the blackest ruler Since the era of the Shaka's and Zula's , I pop medulas In terms of the cold you like a cooler I'm more a freezer, easier then Sunday morning Smoke the weed then eat Digiorno's Call ya b**h up for some p**no's, self production Earned an Oscar, burnt the oscar , got some lobster Like we rastas , implode all on ya conscious I'm cells perfect form and you other rappers are novice And since we gone do this whole Dragonball Z sh** I'm Buu to Babidi a hunnit saiyans come alive with me Flows cause Lobotomies, leave your brain exposed like 19 So don't try Geez, a mothaf**ing prodigy