Teambackpack Cypher

[A-1] I been drinkin' hard liquor way past beer Gold, brown, black liquor way past clear She pulled down my pants zipper way fast We're drivin' drunk, I almost died this way last year But maybe dyin' should be my last fear What if a baby was cryin' and shed it's last tear Right before it's mama got hit with this fuckin' Honda While holdin' it and the baby just couldn't escape the crash clear If that ever happens I hope that they take the baby and it's mommy And wrap they bodies in cashmere, bury'em in a field of poppys And carry'em softly in a diamond coffin that's blue aquarium glass clear I hope they force me to stand still Drop a piano on my head then an anvil, take my dead body to the back of a landfill And bury me underneath all the trash that they have there My conscience try to warn me, but I act like I can't hear Because it's girls all on me and she sayin "Drive real fast cause my pad's near. Here." And I'm picturin' her face as we make love wit' her legs up like a pap smear Then I can't steer, can't think, and then I BLACK OUT! But wake up in her house wit'a black drink.. that's weird [Jeff Turner] This shit is not a picnic what is new is very bland You stick with nitwits sickened from your sewer sippin' clans I sip elixirs mix with adrenaline from my fans Then lick the liquid drippin' from pituitary glands All I see is green like the wicked witch's hand Green, like the eyes of Columbus when he gazed upon this land Green don't grow anymore, the hour glass ran out of sand Green is all up in the water, radiation from Japan Inhibited wit' a profound rap, give it a soundtrack My dividens count that, sippin' an amount that If you do not agree you finna get hit wit' a brown.. BAT Cause the umpire's workin' for you characters right? Stole your flow from the radio, you're the stereotype Crazy like Osama's killer, Obama's middle name Hussein, we're trapped listenin' to trap wearin' two chains Life is not a sprint it's all about endurance FUCK A LAMBORGHINI give me medical insurance I can't begin to tell you what I overcame, feelin' all the pain Wanted to blow my brains, load it, BANG and the only way I discovered that I am not a victim Is to say that I am not a fucking... person that just forgot his line but it's ok It's the reality of what happens and it's ok My name is not OJ, I don't slay white bitches nigga, get it while I take'em Slap you in your fuckin' mouth my nigga assalamualaikum [Acie High (Aqualeo)] Again, I, step to the mic like "Bitch what?" Still out of uniform like "Bitch what?" Cause the day I switch my game up and dick suck is the day I be like Ochocinco End this bitch and get cut And for those that's lookin' at me like "What is this?" What, a nigga without diamonds on can't give the business? Y'all know I'm here but can't see me like fish piss Would like to worship me, but I wasn't born on Christmas In this twilight zone, am I stuck forever? And while I'm here does a G nigga get to fuck Bella? A hungry wolf and blood sucker for cheddar And if there's chocolate on my balls does that make it Nutella? Zero losses, I'm "The One" and shit, and too much for a bitch, yeah I'm too much for a bitch Only threesomes wit' four blunts and a fifth of Crown on 6th street waitin' for 7 to hit To rob a record store for 8 tracks to split back to the ninth dimension Wit' a 10 suckin' my dick You do the math I'm lovin' this shit Open the door and get splashed with a bucket of piss Because it's.. pranks, from here on out Bet they hear me when I make a bank, clear on out I'm so serious, it's the return of Heath, but I ain't 'bout to put a shank near my mouth I.. started from the bottom now I'm here, but I was really dumped in the slumps You would be too, with only one Star Crunch for your lunch So when I see a cat in a bad spot I try to help'em out like "Huh nigga! Huh!" Crossed over the crossroads and saw that Kriss Kross nigga on the cross and I told'em "Jump nigga jump!" You heard of my skills, and you think I'm through playin' this game Acie High in this bitch, Aqualeo is the name it's goin' down [Priceless (Aqualeo)] It's time for the extermination Chem trails to eliminate all the vermin hatin' It ain't evil, see they gotta reduce the population And turn kids homosexual so they stop from matin' I'm the one who was sent to destroy idols with fire Ignored me when I told the world Michael was the messiah, agent for hire, draped and laced in Mason's attire St. George's flag up on my face exposin' fakes and liars So.. if he's a god where's his legend at? It's a couple of rap niggas here sellin' that Yellin' they went to Hell and back, saw Jesus walks? no evidence or compellin' facts Bumped his head, shit now his melon is swellin' fat, since he got the big head he's claimin' that he's celestial Mike stated clearly that most these niggas is vegetable, detestable, dead niggas actin' extra terrestrial Wit' nothin' contextual that validates that they're credible These niggas must be credible, must think that they're not edible Makin' outrageous statements, uncheckable, illegible These niggas ain't gods these niggas is frauds, stealin' steez cause if they was gods, these niggas would all be feelin' me No sympathy for simple thieves or gimmicks using similies Who started out as backpacker rappers but now are deities And damn near every nigga done skeeted the chick he seeded believe it--Aye! (They don't even want me to say it)