| Napsack on my back
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| Napsack on my back
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| Napsack on my back
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| (I carry a full pack)
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| I rocks the blocks with the rugged hip-hop
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| And I can’t be stopped cause my jam pumps like Reebok
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| Go get a grip as I flip the bic
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| Don’t slip cause I rip shit and I’ll packs a biscuit
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| So make em jump jump cause I gotta pump pump
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| I’ll stick it in your gut and see who jumps up So tell me now do you think you can hang
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| With the Wu (Wu) Tang (Tang) boom (boom) bang bang
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| Crunch that blast up the trunk of a punk
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| With the funk that gots em doin the drunken monk
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| On the Shaolin beatbox cause I rocks steady
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| Don’t sweat me cause I get crazy like Eddie
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| Boom-bah, some say I am a superstar
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| Tell em all I am what I am baby paw
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| And my beats, fatter than fat, they’re not funny
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| Cause these drums remind me of One’s 4 Da Money
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| Now tell me that me and R can’t drop hits
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| Then you heard it but then you tried to rhyme and got dissed
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| My style, my flow for real will have you chumped
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| And I get like Ziggy and toss it up My styles is dope so call the kid dynamite
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| I writes the rhymes that’s redder than bloodsight
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| A trail of thunder with rugged hardcore
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| When I rips the crowd the dancefloor gets sore
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| I laid down my game with my shade and razor cane
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| I laid down my game and parlayed with my gang
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| A little rascal was a bad little bastard
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| (So you’re the rugged child) I see you’re learnin fast kid
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| Get the message I rapped several texts
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| So don’t even try to step to this with that old bullshit
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| On how you better me and how you could do me Come on son, cause you know my style is groovy
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| To the max as I watch and give a beatin
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| And I got more bats in me than Michael Keaton
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| I’m kickin master Wu-Tang slang cause I’m a slinger
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| I got a magic grip so you could call me Golden Fingers
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| I’m rough and I’m tough but I keep it on profile
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| Wanna peep my style take a ride to the Isle
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| I’ll meet you on the other side, we’ll take ya dollar man
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| To prove to my fans that I really am the man
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| The hardcore shorty that will keep ya head boppin
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| And while I keep rockin your ears will start poppin
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| To that freaky flow and all that old good shit
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| And not to be conceited but hey, the shoe fits
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| Gimme room, I love to hear the next competition
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| So I can prepare to give another ass whippin
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| Short sneaky Shy-Shy the kid with the props
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| I’ll make your heart stop at the pop of a glock
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| A Tech-9, an uzi, so what can you do me?
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| But take his advice be the next one to sweat me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Napsack , by - Shyheim. Song from the album AKA the Rugged Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп