Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backpack Rap, artist - Styles P. Album song Styles David: Ghost Your Enthusiasm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, The Phantom Entertainment
Song language: English
Backpack Rap |
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 |