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letra de passionate mc, emoney, jeff turner - team backpack

[verse 1: p-ssionate mc]
back-back on the mission underground with a foul mouth when i wild out like a pow wow
better bow down to the crown now that the crowd’s loud
from the image of me sh-tting on these n-ggas like an outhouse
he better know, she better know, heat’s gonna’ grow, reaching degrees that’ll smoke
anybody who’s sitting in these seats that are close til’ you only can see them on repeats of the show
when you pay respect. watching as i rock it like the grateful dead
whoever doesn’t watch it, i’mma’ slay them next
giving ’em the option to be laid to rest with a bayonet
attached to the black ak-47 automatic weapon with the trigger mechanism
that’ll snapback like a hat whenever it’s tapped
like a n-gga trapped in the inst-tute cause he went to shoot at his cl-ss
and clap that! clap that!
cause the flashbacks of him being laughed at and treated like a lab rat
i’m the serial k!ller and madman with a trash bag for your wasted material like it’s hazmat
but i never backtrack cause i’m dexter
leave you in the plastic wrapped with your neck cut
when i collect up the red blood for the next one to be a victim cause i’m k!lling ’til my breath’s done!
when i look at these n-ggas i flip ’em the finger for thinking that they’re sicker than ever
whenever they be in the venue i be giving them terror!
forever with the clever bars cause i’m giving ’em war, taking them all off, i’m a warlord!!
what you really think i brought the sword for?!
they’re gonna be running and jumping for freedom
the people who see them will think that it’s parkour
then i’ll rock ya mom just to hear her sing like she’s chaka khan
with a c-ck so strong it turns her box into an octagon!
i’m past insane! everybody’s dealt with by my wrath the same
catching more cases than conveyor belts at a baggage claim!
off the record, smarter than a harvard lecture
you will get dissolved in seconds like the salt ingested in your large intestines
i’m a boss and y’all gon’ respect it. (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)
play your bars? motherf-cka, that sh-t turned me to a narcoleptic!
motherf-cka, i’ll take any ten of you
cranston, rhode island! a grind mode general!
jeff turner, emoney, teambackpack!
bar after bar, the sh-t that they need from me! that’s that….

[verse 2: emoney]
it’s that backpack and i’m back in
it’s crackin’ all the fans acting
all like they forgot about me till i ride the beat now they back to ride the band wagon
so i tell em’ hop in the back, cause i got a few bad ones sittin’ in the front
with a little bit of rum, drive better when i’m drunk, if a hater wanna ride, i’mma fit him in the trunk
coulda woulda shoulda but you never got it done
you -ssemblin’ with anyone you benefiting from
never gonn’ sin, cause you wanna go to heaven, think about this what if heaven never come?
i take what i got then i roll with it
a solo mission don’t show the rest
you grind all day, say no to rest
and do it 24/7 i know the rest
man, i just came to party, i’m with a beezy in a edm outfit
over there talkin’ that wild sh-t, so i tell her put emoney where ya mouth is
outta the do’ and i’m outta control
i’m in la with the rowdiest hoes
who party and bullsh-t and powder they nose
so you better turn it as loud as it goes
these days the nerds are gettin’ laid
it kinda remind me of a happy movie
in high school you were saying no to geeks
now you a silicon valley groupie
that’s a power move, you wanna ball better learn how to alley oop me
you’ll be glad you knew me when i shatter though
you want me to quit you gonn’ have to shoot me
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[verse 3: jeff turner]
i’mma hit em ugh/get em ugh/look at how i did em ugh
k!ll em when i hit em with the venom if they really wanna send em ugh
lookin’ at her booty and the rhythm/tell me how she fit em in the denim
boy i’mma mad savage with a mad habit
vegetables and my gas cabbage ugh go ahead and talk trash bout it ugh
go ahead and you can ask bout it uuuuhhhhh thats right
thinkin’ bout the couple of girls from last night
lotta people livin’ inside of a gl-ss life with a gl-ss mic while i smash mics
negative energy never comin’ that tight
stuck in the shadow i’mma give you the flashlight
show you how to navigate through this sh-t at night
murder a demon that wanna give me half life i said i’m beastin’ off the top of the dome
run and tell the villagers the loch ness monster is home
he’s feelin’ black and pretty i’m not black as diddy
but i can catch some hang time like janet jackson’s t-tty ha!
now a n-gga really gonna do what he gotta do fit in where i get in from the bay guantanamo
run the ball round the 50 yard line all mine best of all time and i’m on the honor roll
they plan to lie to man till we don’t stand a naked chance
what happened to live music back when bands a make her dance
i’m bringing heat enough to melt the land
and with these women i stay with a glove on like the hamburger helper hand
most of us know something and most of me’s still learning
but i discriminate against whack n-ggas like donald sterling

- team backpack

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