| Used to transport in the Jansport
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| Soul’s on fire, who’s gettin' the fanned off?
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| Don’t wait for hand off, get you your own team
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| My sleep’s a piece of shit, it been lyin' the whole dream
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| Had to see the path, yeah, write out my own scheme
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| They ain’t see the vision so I got me my own screen
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| I could be silent, still have my own scream
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| Illuminatin' ghosts, yeah, I got me my own beam
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| Beamin' wit' the B’s on 'em, ease on 'em when I squeeze on 'em
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| This is verbal murder whenever the P’s on it
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| Spray ground bag at the front if you want
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| 'Cause you niggas know I dump way more than bars (You know)
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| Another spray ground bag in the trunk, mini pump
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| If I’m goin' on the hunt, you gettin' more than scarred
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| This is backpack ghost, keep your backpack close
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| We burn and make a string called, «Backpack smoke»
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| It’s that backpack rap that you missin'
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| Have you in your backpack
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| And your whack raps and your whack facts
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| And your whack trap’s outta comission
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| It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
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| It’s that backpack rap that you missin'
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| Have you in your backpack
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| And your whack raps and your whack facts
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| And your whack trap’s outta comission
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| It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', (Yo) bitch (Huh)
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| Yo, demand all my corners
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| Take mask off, you mad soft
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| Plug me in, boot the nation, CNN
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| Look like woman door hittin'
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| Got his ghost (Ghost)
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| Don’t call me Casper
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| 'cause I matter
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| Celibate 'til I sell a bit
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| Don’t get fit, 'til start talkin' my shit
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| Can’t touch Michael, my hip, beat it
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| No playin' wit' food, gotta eat it
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| Seein' poetry, speakin' bars, speak Eazy’s
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| Didn’t see me, double entendre Cassandra
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| Mans fond of her, most slept on
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| Secret weapon, wreck on tracks like subway raps
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| Backpack, hats, no cap
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| With science to rap
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| Got gems so we wear jewels
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| No time for fools or rocks, D blocks
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| Need more outsiders, two or 2Pac's
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| It’s that backpack rap that you missin'
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| Have you in your backpack
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| And your whack raps and your whack facts
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| And your whack trap’s outta comission
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| It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
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| It’s that backpack rap that you missin'
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| Have you in your backpack
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| And your whack raps and your whack facts
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| And your whack trap’s outta commission
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| It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
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| Not God body but godlike (God)
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| You could get two in your body, the hard life
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| Mans up north, stressed out, gettin' yard life (Salute)
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| Used to have a bus pass, now it’s the car price
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| If you beef in heave, yeah, I wonder, does God fight?
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| Kinda thoughts I have, stored all in the archives
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| Told you I’m the sun and the moon but I’m star like (I'm star like)
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| Get real close when I listen to Pharcyde
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| Break down a break beat
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| What is a safe street?
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| Keep a .38 so what is a safety? |
| (Huh)
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| Told you I’m backpack, told you I’m G2 (I told you)
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| Stay if you want but leave if you need to
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| You won’t bleed too, what did you read through?
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| Are you an intellect? |
| Do we believe you? |
| (Do we believe you?)
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| It don’t really matter though, the Goddess will leave you
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| This is verbal warfare, know that we lethal (D block)
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| It’s that backpack rap that you missin'
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| Have you in your backpack
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| And your whack raps and your whack facts
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| And your whack trap’s outta comission
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| It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
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| It’s that backpack rap that you missin'
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| Have you in your backpack
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| And your whack raps and your whack facts
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| And your whack trap’s outta commission
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| It’s D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Backpack Rap , by - Styles P. Song from the album Styles David: Ghost Your Enthusiasm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп