Team Backpack Cypher (12-28-13)

[Verse 1: Brewster] It's Brewster! I got pictures to prove that I was born fingers first So pretty much it's been "fuck you!" since my day of birth These fangs will work til' haters learn it's a waking turn And I'll say sink and spin until your anus bursts, bitch! Basically I'm just blatantly enabling some haters to say something they gon' say to me They'll hate on me like, "Eh, Brewsters okay, I mean he say some things that's dope, but off the dome, he can't say a thing!" So, it's my credit you've come to take from me Then take the feet to the face until your face becomes make-believe You ain't taking shit until your anus leaks Bitch I should air you pussies out, just to say I made you queef (Pffff) Oops my bad, I don't see the sign that says "Do Not Spazz" But I don't see a sign that says "Do Not Gas" Real shit, like I came from 2Pac's ass I never asked for this hype, you so dramatic it's like Having a fight, with your dad because he was smashing your wife And to that faggot who called me an Uncle Tom I don't want [?], unless we come to fuck your mom Put your hood on! [Verse 2: Tyler Gary] Welcome to the land of golden bridges Where even in the summer the beach is cold as your fridge is I'm in the skipping steps, I'm just steaming for the finish So I started fucking bitches without receiving the digits If you got a wife or misses under 50, I'm a menace These cougars hump my leg like, "You resemble Jimi Hendrix!" So sadistic with my pen is, pressed against the composition book Grab a stone, skip it, hit three birds and I don't even look High as fuck on Neverland, you can call me Captain Hook I wanna be a king but, crowns are given to the bigger crooks So now I'm evil and awesome, folks playing possum Cus' I'm aiming death rays like, Marvin the Martian Better duck sir, time to hunt you looking like a duck sir Only duck I fuck with is my nigga Duckwrth If we talking ice creams, my shit never soft served Limited editions a figment when you can cop four I seen your girl and I'mma dominate her Smack her on her bottom half, her denominator The award for these nuts, I'mma nominate her I'm the reason that you kiss her and it's kinda flavored (Eww) [Verse: 3: Scru Face Jean] I bury hoes, probably why you acting super scary though Cus' dragons known for flowing, yo back home they call me Gyarados But I be more than pokemon, I stab them all and yolk them on Nebraska, Georgia, Cali for my family, I ain't chokin' mom! Now that's that, I'm sharp enough to slash on all you rap cats Your clique's in my knapsack, now that's a team backpack No scratch that, like mad craps, on the pussy and cat stacks I'm close to Compton we hear machine guns poppin, black flag (Bla! Bla!) Body dragging a black bag, my nigga this ain't twitter, we ain't fronting you like #hashtags I see the game in limbo, we raising the bar Slow that last line down, cus' once you get it it's hard And motherfucker, I just opened up for Kendrick Lamar And now I'm in the west coast, and we setting the stars (Lawd!) I'm Rozay meets flare, I'm on my Rick shit And RIP Lil Snoopy, might of ripped shit Like Wale a nigga down when he degifted And if the Meeks shall prosper, I'm rich bitch But fuck a shiny watch, I'd rather box until I got em all Plus the art of war is worth more than an autom-a [Verse 4: S.P.A.D.E.] Now Niggas Know I'm on a Power Trip So I will never Run Away See Trouble is nothing new to me This is just another day To contemplate my future goals existing in this living youth So I'm tasting all the sweet niggas of the Forbidden Fruit Living in the Land of the Snakes As a place of feel [?] No Kerney Sermons yeah these niggas couldn't buy a prayer But Sparks Will Fly You will hear those shots The women G too so don't ask "Is She Gon' Pop?" And She Knows how to get More Money from Rich Niggas Body like Miss America Don't tolerate bitch niggas But Ain't That some Shit How these gold diggers make away Put that Crooked Smile on and treat these niggas like Chaining Day? But me I'm trying to make my ma proud Where's Jermaine? Cause she felt the same way when she thought he let Nas down Now the niggas spitting Villuminati's a sworn winner Leaving behind a lesson that we're all Born Sinners