Backpack Rap - Styles P

Used to transport in the Jansport

Soul’s on fire, who’s gettin' the fanned off?

Don’t wait for hand off, get you your own team

My sleep’s a piece of shit, it been lyin' the whole dream

Had to see the path, yeah, write out my own scheme

They ain’t see the vision so I got me my own screen

I could be silent, still have my own scream

Illuminatin' ghosts, yeah, I got me my own beam

Beamin' wit' the B’s on 'em, ease on 'em when I squeeze on 'em

This is verbal murder whenever the P’s on it

Spray ground bag at the front if you want

'Cause you niggas know I dump way more than bars (You know)

Another spray ground bag in the trunk, mini pump

If I’m goin' on the hunt, you gettin' more than scarred

This is backpack ghost, keep your backpack close

We burn and make a string called, «Backpack smoke»

It’s that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your whack raps and your whack facts

And your whack trap’s outta comission

It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

It’s that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your whack raps and your whack facts

And your whack trap’s outta comission

It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', (Yo) bitch (Huh)

Yo, demand all my corners

Take mask off, you mad soft

Plug me in, boot the nation, CNN

Look like woman door hittin'

Got his ghost (Ghost)

Don’t call me Casper

'cause I matter

Celibate 'til I sell a bit

Don’t get fit, 'til start talkin' my shit

Can’t touch Michael, my hip, beat it

No playin' wit' food, gotta eat it

Seein' poetry, speakin' bars, speak Eazy’s

Didn’t see me, double entendre Cassandra

Mans fond of her, most slept on

Secret weapon, wreck on tracks like subway raps

Backpack, hats, no cap

With science to rap

Got gems so we wear jewels

No time for fools or rocks, D blocks

Need more outsiders, two or 2Pac's

It’s that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your whack raps and your whack facts

And your whack trap’s outta comission

It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

It’s that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your whack raps and your whack facts

And your whack trap’s outta commission

It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

Not God body but godlike (God)

You could get two in your body, the hard life

Mans up north, stressed out, gettin' yard life (Salute)

Used to have a bus pass, now it’s the car price

If you beef in heave, yeah, I wonder, does God fight?

Kinda thoughts I have, stored all in the archives

Told you I’m the sun and the moon but I’m star like (I'm star like)

Get real close when I listen to Pharcyde

Break down a break beat

What is a safe street?

Keep a .38 so what is a safety?

(Huh)

Told you I’m backpack, told you I’m G2 (I told you)

Stay if you want but leave if you need to

You won’t bleed too, what did you read through?

Are you an intellect?

Do we believe you?

(Do we believe you?)

It don’t really matter though, the Goddess will leave you

This is verbal warfare, know that we lethal (D block)

It’s that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your whack raps and your whack facts

And your whack trap’s outta comission

It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

It’s that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your whack raps and your whack facts

And your whack trap’s outta commission

It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch