Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Bag, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
In the Bag |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
I make something out of nothing. |
Call me Jesus |
A tall proud heretic, damn behemoth |
And I stand in these jeans with creases |
Don’t blame me; |
blame the god-damn Levi’s genius |
These 501's are the uniform |
Keep me mythically invisible — a unicorn |
Nope you can’t see me chilling on the deans list |
With the A.P. classes. |
Y’all still C. P |
To college preps I’m a graduate |
Put my diploma on a t-shirt to laugh a bit |
Bachelors in rap tactics: I mastered it |
Put on my seat belt, and I fastened it |
Cause I ride that beat like a fucking big wheel |
Big deal. |
I throw back like a spree wheel |
Spinning all around like a fucking wind mill |
I’m conscious of the sickness; |
I know I’ve been ill |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
I’m no backpacker. |
More like a carpet bagger |
Peel off new constituents. |
Peep my swagger |
And I’m not talking Old Spice. |
This is my right |
To passage. |
Wreck mics till they call me average |
Meal ticket gets ripped: an orphaned bastard |
But I promise that day will never come to pass |
I can run too fast, and my pace is awkward |
You’re a great white, homie? |
We’re a pack of dolphins |
Stay tight knit like an emo sweater |
Don’t need no beef. |
E' knows better |
Don’t need your hype. |
Just need the mic |
Beefing with you is like riding on a seatless bike |
It’s useless. |
My true fans boost my music |
So when you see me out just chuck the duces |
When you drink a jazzer, go dumb, you doofus |
Till the line gets blurred and your dreams are lucid |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
Yeah, I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes — shoes |
Okay they’re rhinestones, but they look cool |
I am more fresh than Paul Simon |
I am so bent, yet I’m rhyming |
Freestyling to any beat that comes on |
Daft Punk, James Brown: I don’t give a fuck |
White Boss, speak proper, spit so fly |
Been waiting to talk shit since Ready To Die |
Since Ready To Die, I’ve been ready to fly |
Uncle Chris spits slick, so I mimic the guy |
And I’m a Wallace myself, so I polish the |
Chasing the dream, so it seems that I follow the wealth |
Yeah I diminish my health, but the vices keep me writing |
Drunk verses shock me, so I call my pen «Lightning» |
Yuck. |
Yes, the lyrics get frightening |
Freddy Kruger letter head. |
Never sleep lightly |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |
Ayo, it’s in the bag, look, it’s in the bag |
Open up and peep what I brought back |
Nothing but the dopest shit, straight filled |
To the brim. |
Just peep what’s in my napsack |