Taqu - TeamBackPack 2015 Entry lyrics

TeamBackPack in my back pocket Bunny-hop in this game like Matt Hoffman "Who the f** is this goddamn hippy kid? I bet he can't rap," I get that often This the kinda sh** that you blaze in a weed field With a free meal til you see clear Or you get more distorted, so you burn it down And all that's left is an ash garden I'm so historic When I flow I'm slow and stoic Who's the f**ing king? I'll overthrow him Making songs poppin' that molly sh** It's going golden You an open sore on the industry And making us independents look bad Writing lyrics, drinking that gin in a minivan with your friends That ain't impressing me, man Cough it up, bro. You can't hack it You thought you could write beats and lyrics but you hopped the bandwagon Can't stand it, but I can't say I ain't made nothing Because I ain't gonna be stuck in this legion of indie nothings I know a lot of you grinding like you tryna be something, but Don't ever act like you're a god until you become it And I got some news I see right through you Take a little hit of the magic voodoo You thought it was the spirit lord pa**ing through you When all it really is is a dancing movement Debunk this Heaven is on the Earth And we're all descendants to our godly ancestors work If they ain't got sh**, then make it This generation making YouTube sensations Gotta be patient in the waiting room for the rest of my life with no payment I can't take it, bout to blast off 'Cuz I built the NASA Spaceship I ain't make it up, just take it up with my secretary of space sh** Gnawing on ya COdominance is the team I rep I'm Gnarbro TaKa Give a special thanks to TBP from Colorado to California Sayanora