Team Backpack Cypher 2012

By Team Backpack

Released on October 3, 2012

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[Verse 1: Obvi]

Rappers say they ripping the track

Without showing a tear

My flows rare like a monkey

Not growing his hair

Hot's back

You'd think that Satan's risen from hell

Matter fact

I spit the bars to imprison his cell

While you be sitting there

Bitching to sell

I been infected with rap just

Itching to swell

I been all about the change of it

Wish in a well

Stayed sick all my life so

Start wishing me well

Well

My people calling me Miller

Because I'm living the high life

Rudolph the red-eyed rapper

Fixing to die bright

Question how I am with my game

You can check my highlights

I'm making bitches go crazy

Like I'm the movie Twilight

I'm far from fake

Tell them I'm too real

You just a mascot to a giant

Lou Seal

So I'm going to tie around your head

And choke you like a noose do

And this is real

And Palestine will make truce do

Obvi!


[Verse 2: Moose]

Check it, I wreck it

If I said it, then I meant it

Feeling neglected

Trying to be respected

And well connected

A kid whose reckless

With crazy methods

Never pathetic

With raps embedded

In his cranium

Who would have guessed he so impressive

Spitting ether

A crazy creature

Who's having seizures

A future leader

The dopest feature

Blasting out your speakers

He's a keeper

Never following procedures

People say he's a beat beater

But really a beaner

Call me a name

And I'm so insane

I bring in [?]

I've gone deranged

Flyer than a plane

A beast you can't tame

Moose is the name

The top's where I aim

No chain can restrain

Anger contained

They try but I still remain

Killing lames

Cutting veins

Opening brains

I'm inhumane


[?]

Homie what it do

I'm Moose

And I'll make you look like Whinne the Pooh

Say you undefeated too

Well I'm about to make you lose

I'm just killing in the booth

Really it's nothing new

It's a face off

Throw a baseball

Knock your face off

Cut up the rest of your body with a chainsaw

Going in like the 8 ball

Yall little fakes off

I hate ya'll

It's Moose

And I'm way gone


[Verse 3: Beazy]

High Life Beazy

Lebron James 2012

I've been on my shit

These niggas half ass sickle cell

Assassin to the beat

Like Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell

Nigga be yourself

And stay the fuck up off my gin-I-tell-ya

Where you supposed to be

Who to see and what to say

I'm the player type

I like some Ashley with my Mary Kate

Purple Sprite and Mary J

Beazy D that's everyday

College girl, dumb smart

Bubbly like Perrier

Ay, Nigga

I'm hungry like a fat dude

Elephant with Cashews

A lion eating cat food

Cause B's on that other shit

Fuck you and your brother shit

If she ain't fucking with me

I'm bouncing to my other bitch

Probably hit her partner on the under

On some gutter shit

Cause baby I'm a dog

Woof woof on my government

Chadwick, never had shit

And planned it

I'm going to brand it

I'm going to stunt so hard

Until these haters sick and can't stand it

I do me now who you

Chase me I'm one hundred proof

I blast off when I hit the booth

Superman no blue suit

I'm an AK and I burst shoot

Spit murder death and I'll hearse you

Lord have mercy

Your bitch she's so thirsty

I drip wet, you hang dry

No wonder she want slurp me

B!


[Verse 4: Jeff Turner]

I'm in an anger sober

Hanging over the edge

Got a dangerous quota

Blaming mother

Change each other

Family and fame immortal

Pain is for the man that knows

He got to get things in order

Change is for the man that knows

He got to get things in order

Better be believing I'm achieving

Everything I perceive is even

In my dome for a reason

No more letting in anybody


[?]

Obliterating any degenerate