[Oswin Benjamin - 1st verse]
Yo
Cannot see the finish line to this Aryan race I'm running from
[?] from empty leaders
Who studied them laws of manipulation
[?]
Some are a failure
To father their self-esteem
Springing malice forward [?]
I seek love and affection
But get caught in redemption
I'm the flaw and perfection
My good intention
Has skewed [?] hell for heaven
But that's it for a second
I [?] from aggression
Do all I can for the insurance
My flow's progressive
Okay, I'm back with it
So I've seen
That divinities are my jeans
So I really do slack with it
Consciousness of a black cricket
Ventriloquist; I'm pulling strings
To a sizzle of voiceless dummies that lack wisdom
A bunch of half-christians
[?] roleplaying an active victim
I'm just a [?]
Nothing but a travelling pilgrim
Who don't believe in religion
See, I believe in building this culture [?] agroculture
Water down the soil of disbelief
Planting millions
[?] keys to the kingdom
With the belief that God is always on time
Order my steps
But I'll find the shoes to fit me online
I cried when I went to [?]
The cuban links on my arm
In exchange for like seven days
[?]
My train of thought turns styles every swipe
See, I ain't write this to outshine the last cypher
But give old heads and new n***as a good reminder
That we get playin' with ya
These wise men are controlling sh**
With no gaming system
Stay in yo lane, and fellas
Some races ain't made to finish
I'm from a couch
And wooden floors with my mattresses
And a bag of Doritoes is all I ate for dinner
[?]
If y'all don't see me
You see the hunger
My [?] sharing the same plate, n***a
Kendrick Lamar, Ghostface, Cyhi the Prynce, Reakwon
I Love y'all, but no I need that spot
I need everyone of your fans
I need [?] holding hands
I need the world to see that he has God
Not that he has bars
[?]
So they see past ours
And through our scars
They can see that God's working
And even when I try to [?]
I'm reminded
To be the one you gotta [?]
Preach!
[Chris Rivers - 1st verse]
Rolling dough [?]
Learn to either fly
Or go extinct just like a Dodo
Chasing toto popos
When they put my soul in chokeholds
So this coco bu*ter caramel complexion is a no-no
Han Solo, flying solo
With the [?]
I'm the best - don't gotta say it
It's implied like homeless hobos
No hoes commit [?]
[?]
Been the sh** since sh**ting diapers
Fighting crimes as Mojo Jojo, wow
Smoking on that Powerpuff
Known to hold a mountain up
Atlas balance smashes
Going at it with my father's stuff
Hoping that he's proud of us
[?]
Surprised my eyes ain't blue
And my hair turn blond when I power up
Super when I'm saying sh**
Trooper when I aim for hits
Uber when I slay a b**h
Kuba when I'm slinging bricks
Cooler like I came from ships
Ruler like my name is Rick
Scuba, what you saying Chris?
Working deep like sing with fish
Chris angel angles
I'm magician
But the writtens known to
Strip you n***as down
And carry ones
Like short division
[?]
Often mimicked by my vicitims
[?]
n***a listen
I'm next to nothing
I'm first me forever [?]
So don't ask me about my pops, Joe or Terror Squad
No disrespect
[?]
Work to f**ing hard to keep it clean
f** a disinfect
[?], no Ajax, no comment
Unless it's post-apocalyptic post from Nostradamus
[?]
Leave a comment, aye
Shout-out to the shelter system
f**ed up but I felt conditions
That felt deficient
And made me realize
I felt deficience
So, started penning lectures
[?] together
Slept on floors
Stod cold
'Cause they [?] my beds and sweaters
Always getting better
OCD - notice that we flow with ease
Potency that matches all the weed
That you get overseas
Born to be a legend in these frozen sheets
In the open never had to see
No [?]
Holy [?]
Openly I gotta say
I do this for respect
To kick back d**h
To spit raps best
For kids that stress
To live that bless
For chick's mad s**
For that big a** check
And for that throne that I ain't get back yet
n***a Rivers!
[Denzil Porter - 1st verse]
Hands up with me
Come on - Rock with me, rock with me!
Hay (Hay x6)
Os stay here real quick
Check it
Look
They picked this heart
Because they know I'm 'bout it
OCD plus heartbeat like it's overpowered
[?] so we roll this hour
Gimme that
I'm taking crowns from cowards
Everything yours is ours
And ain't no battery in my back;
I'm solar powered
Soning n***as like [?]
My n***a Rivers ain't notice
But most of these bros underscore
Like under [?]
A hoe should see
I told him let her go
[?]
That hoe is like [?] (I Can't find anything [?])
Plus I got
Soldiers [?] shoulder
Even if my mountains ain't high enough
You a stone to a boulder
A swollen rat to a cobra
I'm your vascular Dracula
That's unmasking the phantom
At every opera spectacular
I know homies that be [?]
And lose they homies often
Y'all talking 'bout views
And all they know is [?]
I know them homies mad
Because I told them hold their offers
I let them burn they bridges
Either that or throw 'em of it
k** you
Then I'll raid your tomb like Lara Croft would
I find it ironic how watered down [?]
I'm higher than this peace sign
They're lower than my [?]
I'm bound to f** the world
Even if I have to pull up [?]
[?]
Look
I'm just your savoir
Coming into a clearence
Condemning who ain't coherent
[?]
So ill even Koreans could hear it
They want d**
If you trust 'em
Hit 'em with plugs
Like Caribbean parents
[?]
My movement is winning
My mood is [?]
This garbage ain't get so popping
That they could use it for shipping
[?] pull up
So much they think it's [?]
More than pink eye when I drop
If you ain't true to my vision
Moving [?]
My mechanics are different
Give your girl an exorcism
Have her mattresses lifting
That's spinning
Or shifting
If you even [?]
Net stalk after treason
That's even agaisnt the odds
And uh
"You think Superman [?] Christopher Reeve
[?] Porter f**ing around [?]
[?] statements
[?] when I write."
Impersonating angry Os
With Chris' teeth stuck in the mic
UH!
[Intersection]
What the f**?
This n***a talk..
I got it x3
You go it?
I got it
f** y'all n***as
Hold this sh**, hold this sh**
Hold up
Chris
[Oswin Benjamin - 2nd verse]
That was mean
Man, can't believe this kid
Just to making [?] think he [?]
But he' lacking in seasoning
Another incense-burning, no-sock-wearing
[?]
Really bouncing dance hard n***a
Making guns with his fingers
You look like [?]
'fore his hair was knotted
Poor Denzil Porter's my Porta Potty
I'm sh**ting on his dark skin, n***a
[?]
[?] from the cartel
When the vibes went missing
Os winning
Never winded
Like a cool breeze between Chris' teeth
When he' whistlin'
God done sentenced this n***a' tongue to a life in prison
But with a gap like that
You ain't gotta floss, n***a (No, n***a)
Like not at all, n***a (not at all!)
That separation is like a partner that got caught slipping
And when you smiling at wind
At times you'll get frost bitten
I'm not at all finished, wait
Don't [?] either, Chris
Your mouth's got a pause in it
[?]
You take a sip out of a gallon of water
And drink all of it
And he recorded it
Nah, I'm just kidding with you
But if your mouth was set up like a 2-3 zone
Well it would have no problem split in the middle
See I'm the one
Black magic [?]
Y'all n***as can't f** with [?]
Here's a little pun for Little Pun
No matter how big you get
Or how BIG you get
You'll never hold the weight to get up out your father's shadow
Yeah, that's how you handle bars
Pedalling through a bar battle
Little stinking n***a
You mad
Cause I showed what everyone else was thinking, n***a!
[Chris Rivers - 2nd verse]
I want Oswin's beat, I want Oswin's beat!
Oswin:
The only man that need panoramic cameras on cat scans
You get it?
'Cause his for..
I mean his twelve head is next to the gods
Young whoopi need a [?]
You look like someone dropped
And sh**ted out a predator doll
I know you heard of restraints
One more inch of circumfrence
Might just have murdered your neck
Wait..
Is that a jersey or dress?
I know you're masking your masculinity
But a mask ain't the remedy
I don't think they make masks for [?] jeeps
How are you holding up n***a?
You literally got the whole world on your shoulders, my n***a
I know you moving 'bout
'Cause you were born to [?], my n***a
Just be [?], my n***a
I thought I told you, my n***a
And Denzil
You mad frail
Punch your chest
And make your shoulders touch
[?]
You had a bachelors in Golden Krust
Your career is like your islands, bro
It just ain't holding up
Holding up [?]
You smoking off, ohh
Young Flame I ain't finished yet (wuuuh)
My last line is like your hairdo, partner
I just ain't pick it yet
And I can save [?] minutes or less
You [?]-looking, chicken-[?]-cooking, [?]-shooking, could-fit-the-fish-smell and fish-and-chips-[?]
Fake Jamaican
'Cause your accent
Just ain't as great as this set is
Yo, Os!
If your forehead was a state
It'd be Texas
Now check it
Denzil, [?] and I
[?]
You just wanna be a [?]
Looking like.. like so bad
It's so sad
But f** it
We live with these teeth
[?] weak pose, dog
But f** it, let's hear it
It's Rivers!
[Denzil Porter - 2nd verse]
Uh... uh whatever
Here we go with those jerk chicken and curry jokes
I'm coming for the chip
Appreciate those [?]
Hurry folks
I know these are buddies
So I'll be curteous
Os can see the wind coming
Why you wore that jersey dress?
Chris fighting [?]
And he ain't even thirty yet
Os can't get why I earned
Don't even have a shirt to press
Throw Rivers in his last name
Cement to further dept
[?]
I ain't [?] yet
Chris - why you skin look like dirty teeth?
Os you [?] burger beef
And then you go to D.R for surgery
On that forehead
And I bet you could think fast
And you hide behind that seashell
But your head so big
I get you with king crab
But enough of that
Let's go ahead and [?] it up
Go ahead and laugh it up
And realize the whole crowd is backing up
And I know you got goals
So you're running
Got sick and tired
Of sitting down and your front teeth
Pocking holes in your stomach
Yeah I'm Jamaican
So ladies I can take what I wanted
Oswin's girl I've been jamming
Like a face on a hundred
Left the place in the basement
With some cases of rum, and
Complaining that he growing backwards
Who press Benjamin bu*ton
You're always mad, motherf**er
Dag, motherf**er
That's why you're a fan of all these sad motherf**ers
Every new Drake prop
It just be touching his mood
Just make sure you wear condoms
As you f** with his views
And Rivers
Notice the game
I thought this sh** done changing
So ahead of my time
He's still dissing Young Flame
See what happens when sh** gets to your head?
It gets real
I got Oswin by the dreads
And Rivers by the grill
Causing damage anything I'm just standing
I let 'em have it
Had to challenge ourself
As noone else accept the challenge
[Outro]
And it's closed n***a
It's closed like Oswin's jersey dress
Nah, nah, nah
It's closed like Chris' gap
After forty years of braces, n***a
Nah, nah, nah
It's closed like- like the opposite of- of Oswin's snapback
Ay it's closed, n***a, it's closed
Team Backpack make some noiiseeeeee!!!