Team Backpack - Team Backpack Cypher Prod. Nel TM. lyrics

[Verse 1: Obvi] Rappers say they ripping the track Without showing a tear My flows rare like a monkey Not growing his hair Hot's back You'd think that Satan's risen from hell Matter fact I spit the bars to imprison his cell While you be sitting there b**hing to sell I been infected with rap just Itching to swell I been all about the change of it Wish in a well Stayed sick all my life so Start wishing me well Well My people calling me Miller Because I'm living the high life Rudolph the red-eyed rapper Fixing to die bright Question how I am with my game You can check my highlights I'm making b**hes go crazy Like I'm the movie Twilight I'm far from fake Tell them I'm too real You just a mascot to a giant Lou Seal So I'm going to tie around your head And choke you like a noose do And this is real And Palestine will make truce do Obvi! [Verse 2: Moose] Check it, I wreck it If I said it, then I meant it Feeling neglected Trying to be respected And well connected A kid whose reckless With crazy methods Never pathetic With raps embedded In his cranium Who would have guessed he so impressive Spitting ether A crazy creature Who's having seizures A future leader The dopest feature Blasting out your speakers He's a keeper Never following procedures People say he's a beat beater But really a beaner Call me a name And I'm so insane I bring in [?] I've gone deranged Flyer than a plane A beast you can't tame Moose is the name The top's where I aim No chain can restrain Anger contained They try but I still remain k**ing lames Cutting veins Opening brains I'm inhumane [?] Homie what it do I'm Moose And I'll make you look like Whinne the Pooh Say you undefeated too Well I'm about to make you lose I'm just k**ing in the booth Really it's nothing new It's a face off Throw a baseball Knock your face off Cut up the rest of your body with a chainsaw Going in like the 8 ball Yall little fakes off I hate ya'll It's Moose And I'm way gone [Verse 3: Beazy] High Life Beazy Lebron James 2012 I've been on my sh** These n***as half a** sickle cell Assa**in to the beat Like Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell n***a be yourself And stay the f** up off my gin-I-tell-ya Where you supposed to be Who to see and what to say I'm the player type I like some Ashley with my Mary Kate Purple Sprite and Mary J Beazy D that's everyday College girl, dumb smart Bubbly like Perrier Ay, n***a I'm hungry like a fat dude Elephant with Cashews A lion eating cat food Cause B's on that other sh** f** you and your brother sh** If she ain't f**ing with me I'm bouncing to my other b**h Probably hit her partner on the under On some gutter sh** Cause baby I'm a dog Woof woof on my government Chadwick, never had sh** And planned it I'm going to brand it I'm going to stunt so hard Until these haters sick and can't stand it I do me now who you Chase me I'm one hundred proof I blast off when I hit the booth Superman no blue suit I'm an AK and I burst shoot Spit murder d**h and I'll hearse you Lord have mercy Your b**h she's so thirsty I drip wet, you hang dry No wonder she want slurp me B! [Verse 4: Jeff Turner] I'm in an anger sober Hanging over the edge Got a dangerous quota Blaming mother Change each other Family and fame immortal Pain is for the man that knows He got to get things in order Change is for the man that knows He got to get things in order Better be believing I'm achieving Everything I perceive is even In my dome for a reason No more letting in anybody [?] Obliterating any degenerate