Team Backpack Cypher 2014

[Verse 1: CyHi the Prynce] I’m Martin Luther with the heart to shoot ya Screaming "hallelujah" walking out the jeweler Fuck the highway trooper and the prosecutor Shades made by medusa for the barbecuers Shittin’ on 'em in the club, I'm a party pooper My cigars from Cuba and my broad's from Hooters My patna got the goopa, and I got the buddha ‘Cause kush ain't that hard to push like a car in neutral We were the first niggas rocking Dior Homme shoes I’m in a class of my own, I went to home school ‘Cause when ya money Nia Long, fool You can even make Stacey Dash if you want too Pull up in that jag like I'm Jones-Drew Just called my patna for a quarter, that’s a phone booth A redbone is who I'm prone to Cyhi the Prynce, you looking at the Watch the Throne crew 3 hot emcees, huh, and I’m all of ‘em I got a New York state of mind, I just talk southern My name ring like after you hit the call button And hater you a nobody: Paul’s cousin Haters talk tough and won’t draw nothin' Pull out faster than the first time you got caught fuckin’ Remember when you had the green by the mile? Yeah, rest in peace to Michael Clarke Duncan Back when my niggas had the white and soft bunkin' Drop the flour in the pot, look like a rice ball dumpling Getting doe, got me walking pigeon-toed And I get laptop like the Microsoft company When I say that I'm the best, shot’s fire, pow pow! Sound like somebody let a rifle off or something This is lemonade in the sun What you know about spending days on the run? Yeah, my last project was a masterpiece, shit, like the slave owner's gun And, yeah, I’m underground like the railroads I will never change, I'm jail clothes In my shell toes I’m Bones Jones with the strong, holmes 'Cause all i got is elbows, nigga [Verse 2: Rapsody] It’s been a pleasure to fuck up you nigga’s energy Feel me as a threat, big as Pac, Biggie, and Kennedy Walk the path where the 'menities missing but never cared none Heart’s aware, something up my sleeve, but never spared none Sacrifices, the nicest, the black Mola Ram Welcome to the temple of doom, I’m holding your heart in hand Yes Run them over, I’m not the Joker, you’re just a joker All my life i been nice, as probably most of Your Black Dantes, Andrés, Kanyes, and Hovas Majority of most people that made us sleep on sofas Just woke up off one, it's real bossin’ if you ain’t noticed Work hard to be hotter you gotta survive the coldest The talk show I ain't been chauffeured, yeah I got drive 9th Wonder, I been a threat, I hope they got nine lives I can run with any one of these niggas you idolize Ain't none of my tires been broken I’m so soft spoken But not really tho I'm still killing these niggas like “Eeny, miny, moe” Yeah, yeah, like “Eeny, miny, moe” I’m still killing these nigga’s like “Eeny, miny, moe” Yo, God should send back Christ Just to resurrect B.I.G. so he can tell me I’m nice The best in life you seen in awhile Don’t worry ‘bout me, they more worried of vows ‘Tween Wiz and Amb and so and so I spit that hella cancer Jamla the squad and Rapsody your favorite answer [Verse 3: Caskey] Fuck the government, fuck the law, fuck the crooked pigs I’m reading out of their book of sins I got so much drive to serve y'all, I can cook in my Benz Iller than wheel, just look at my rims Some folks don’t feel you till they feeling yo hook and yo Timbs Stomping out the competition, no step team You’re like porno vid on Bangbros that says "wet teens” You’re getting fucked by the industry Stuck, fuck your sympathy I pull up, gun chords gettin' struck, that’s a symphony Say your squad ready for war but you’re not an infantry Nah, you're a bitch, you getting smacked, that’s the pimp in me Simply put, I’m right here 'cause that was meant for me And I wack Lucifer when that pussy attempt at tempting me Temporarily going through therapy Got a bitch who take care of me But that bitch got a motive, that shit ain’t charity I fuck her to some Jay, when I bust, moment of clarity The rapper turned white but no white rapper’s compare to me Bitch [Verse 4: Traphik] I said it's obvious I heard that you was talkin shit, anonymous Well I’ll karate punch your body guts into the audience I kill shit You probably won't acknowledge it But I know how you pussies work, I’m the gynecologist They see the joke and they say, “Man he cheesy” But I got bar’s on the low, kinda like a speak easy Try to keep me down cuz I keep it so real But I got a brain like a broken fridge, no chill Renaissance man, Mr. Jack off all trades Fresh off the top like tappers and bald fades They looking down on me ‘cuz im not to tall But now I’m making headlines like my hat to small You really must be sleeping if you ain’t never seen me I went from youtube video now i'm on MTV Now I’m the only asian dude up on BET Man, i feel out of this world it’s like i could be E.T