Team Backpack Cypher 2013

By Team Backpack

Released on April 8, 2013

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[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko]

Listen, I can pick apart your cypher, if you lifted get you higher

Not my [?], I'm flyer then most of the shit you buyin'

Niggas couldn't see me if my vitiligo was neon

Nose in the air, staring at the planet that He on

Scratch you off my balls with my paws, y'all be gone

Effortlessly F 'em, left 'em jeffing, my nuts they be on

Get out my feelings what they telling me

But I’m the shit, you smelling me?

And I refuse to rep any letter, this ain’t no spelling bee

So what I’m saying, ain’t no question who the man is

Kali take his chances with you Janets

I’mma keep on talking reckless, brothers left em respective efforts to dap em in

Used to be in love with the pen, don’t know what’s happening

Bread ain't matching the abstract

Rapping to how that's happening?

Industries tellin' me money's funny, now how's that happening?

Kali baby, I'm the greatest of all time

Came to Team Backpack, I can save you if y'all dying

"He raps whack", and if you say it then y'all lying

I seen that cat, maybe it was with Tech N9ne!

Haheh Kali Baby!


[Verse 2: Futuristic]

Before I start this shit, my name is Futuristic

My name is Futuristic, said it twice in case you missed it

My fans is little kids, to their parents they throwin' bitch fits

Like "lemme go to his concert" my album is on they wish list

So I drop it close to Christmas, do it for the misfits

Lil' nigga pullin' bitches, I'm a mack scratch the midget

Get it? Midget Mack,intelligence where you lackin' at

My DJ in the back he like a cat he just be scratching tracks

Took yo' bitch can't have her back, kickin' it like hackysacks

We passed her then we passed her back we flipped that bitch like acrobats

My talent, y'all ain't half of that, get em hype like afrojack

Serial killa, eatin' this niggas like they Apple Jacks™

Used to think this act was whack? nah that ain't the case at all

This shit ain't a game, and these niggas is playing BASEketball (That's a funny movie)

Anyways face it y'all, the industry is getting crowded, bitch there ain't no space for y'all

And I'm talking like I'm running shit, but I'm not yet

But I'm bout to blow so consider this the bomb threat

I'm next, so show me respect like a Vietnam Vet

And my music Strange like Kaliko and that nigga Tech's!

Uh, but before a nigga gone, Tell a friend, to tell a ho, to tell your wife, to tell your mom

Put this on your CD-Rom, Futuristic is the bomb, Download at Onlyfuturistic.com

Bitch ass nigga!


[Verse 3: Black Pegasus]

I'm Black P, full name, Black Pegasus

Got bitches pissing on themselves, like the exorcist

Let your American Idol make my lumber good, holdin my balls, is what she Carrie Underwood

Fate can be scary, but I ain't fuckin' running, I feel like morning sex, cause I'm up and coming

They looking out for the God like Armageddon, cause your as exciting as an Amish Wedding

These record deals, A Bunny Ranch, jobs apps, you get fucked as soon as you sign the contract

So all this industry shit, I ain't on that so you can wrap what i bust, no bra strap

On the bus we all fucking your dame I'm the lightrail conductor, yeah I'm runnin' the train Hah!

Your girl swallowed every child we nutted, and Freddy Krueger couldn't fit more kids in his stomach, uh

Why do I rap about sex when I'm bustin Free's? cause this game is filled with a whole lot of fuckery

You know the drill, quit acting stupid now, you want the crown? first, take this root canal, blaow!


[Verse 4: Jeff Turner]

Tell me, what hell is this thing we call human nature?

Got us over populated, there's a lot of youth in Asia

And I'm stressed out everyday, got the world on top of me

A lightskinned leader puffin' on Barack-oli

Like I'm the president, I mean what I say and I say what I mean

Like a that elephant and not for the hell of it

I'm molding my road composed of Yellow bricks

And I wanna get free this year, of the snakes whispering

Globe shaped tumor, I'm trying to get rid of this fear

Cursed with this gifture to spit these verbs and adjectives, that mixed with herbs and dipped in the best rays of the sun, get 'em

Microphone murderers, flatten the earths curvature, and we ain't Captain Kirk

We don't set phasers to stun, kill 'em

And this side of me still scared of rejection, forever chasing the fleeting illusion of perfection

Now I'm just trying learn from these things that I've seen, I'mma do what I yabba dabba do, you yadda-mean? hah!