Team Backpack - Team Backpack Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko] Listen, I can pick apart your cypher, if you lifted get you higher Not my pentacle (pinnacle?), I'm flyer then most of the sh** you buyin' n***as couldn't see me if my vitiligo was neon Nose in the air, staring at the planet that He on Scratch you off my balls with my paws, y'all be gone Effortlessly F 'em, left 'em jeffing, my nuts they be on Get out my feelings what they telling me But I'm the sh**, you smelling me? And I refuse to rep any letter, this ain't no spelling bee So what I'm saying, ain't no question who the man is Kali take his chances with you Janets I'mma keep on talking reckless, brothers left em respective efforts to dap em in Used to be in love with the pen, don't know what's happening Bread ain't matching the abstract Rapping to how that's happening? Industries tellin' me money's funny, now how's that happening? Kali baby, I'm the greatest of all time Came to Team Backpack, I can save you if y'all dying "He raps whack", and if you say it then y'all lying I seen that cat, maybe it was with Tech N9ne! Haheh Kali Baby! [Verse 2: Futuristic] Before I start this sh**, my name is Futuristic My name is Futuristic, said it twice in case you missed it My fans is little kids, to their parents they throwin' b**h fits Like "lemme go to his concert" my album is on they wish list So I drop it close to Christmas, do it for the misfits Lil' n***a pullin' b**hes, I'm a mack scratch the midget Get it? Midget Mack,intelligence where you lackin' at My DJ in the back he like a cat he just be scratching tracks Took yo' b**h can't have her back, kickin' it like hackysacks We pa**ed her then we pa**ed her back we flipped that b**h like acrobats My talent, y'all ain't half of that, get em hype like afrojack Serial k**a, eatin' this n***as like they Apple Jacks™ Used to think this act was whack? nah that ain't the case at all This sh** ain't a game, and these n***as is playing BASEketball (That's a funny movie) Anyways face it y'all, the industry is getting crowded, b**h there ain't no space for y'all And I'm talking like I'm running sh**, but I'm not yet But I'm bout to blow so consider this the bomb threat I'm next, so show me respect like a Vietnam Vet And my music Strange like Kaliko and that n***a Tech's! Uh, but before a n***a gone, Tell a friend, to tell a ho, to tell your wife, to tell your mom Put this on your CD-Rom, Futuristic is the bomb, Download at Onlyfuturistic.com b**h a** n***a! [Verse 3: Black Pegasus] I'm Black P, full name, Black Pegasus Got b**hes pissing on themselves, like the exorcist Let your American Idol make my lumber good, holdin my balls, is what she Carrie Underwood Fate can be scary, but I ain't f**in' running, I feel like morning s**, cause I'm up and coming They looking out for the God like Armageddon, cause your as exciting as an Amish Wedding These record deals, A Bunny Ranch, jobs apps, you get f**ed as soon as you sign the contract So all this industry sh**, I ain't on that so you can wrap what i bust, no bra strap On the bus we all f**ing your dame I'm the lightrail conductor, yeah I'm runnin' the train Hah! Your girl swallowed every child we nutted, and Freddy Krueger couldn't fit more kids in his stomach, uh Why do I rap about s** when I'm bustin Free's? cause this game is filled with a whole lot of f**ery You know the drill, quit acting stupid now, you want the crown? first, take this root can*l, blaow! [Verse 4: Jeff Turner] Tell me, what hell is this thing we call human nature? Got us over populated, there's a lot of youth in Asia And I'm stressed out everyday, got the world on top of me A lightskinned leader puffin' on Barack-oli Like I'm the president, I mean what I say and I say what I mean Like a that elephant and not for the hell of it I'm molding my road composed of Yellow bricks And I wanna get free this year, of the snakes whispering Globe shaped tumor, I'm trying to get rid of this fear Cursed with this gifture to spit these verbs and adjectives, that mixed with herbs and dipped in the best rays of the sun, get 'em Microphone murderers, flatten the earths curvature, and we ain't Captain Kirk We don't set phasers to stun, k** 'em And this side of me still scared of rejection, forever chasing the fleeting illusion of perfection Now I'm just trying learn from these things that I've seen, I'mma do what I yabba dabba do, you yadda-mean? hah!