TeamBackPack in my back pocket

Bunny-hop in this game like Matt Hoffman

"Who the fuck is this goddamn hippy kid?

I bet he can't rap," I get that often

This the kinda shit that you blaze in a weed field

With a free meal til you see clear

Or you get more distorted, so you burn it down

And all that's left is an ash garden

I'm so historic

When I flow I'm slow and stoic

Who's the fucking king? I'll overthrow him

Making songs poppin' that molly shit

It's going golden

You an open sore on the industry

And making us independents look bad

Writing lyrics, drinking that gin in a minivan with your friends

That ain't impressing me, man

Cough it up, bro. You can't hack it

You thought you could write beats and lyrics but you hopped the bandwagon

Can't stand it, but I can't say I ain't made nothing

Because I ain't gonna be stuck in this legion of indie nothings

I know a lot of you grinding like you tryna be something, but

Don't ever act like you're a god until you become it

And I got some news

I see right through you

Take a little hit of the magic voodoo

You thought it was the spirit lord passing through you

When all it really is is a dancing movement

Debunk this

Heaven is on the Earth

And we're all descendants to our godly ancestors work

If they ain't got shit, then make it

This generation making YouTube sensations

Gotta be patient in the waiting room for the rest of my life with no payment

I can't take it, bout to blast off

'Cuz I built the NASA Spaceship

I ain't make it up, just take it up with my secretary of space shit

Gnawing on ya

COdominance is the team I rep

I'm Gnarbro TaKa

Give a special thanks to TBP from Colorado to California

Sayanora