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Used to transport in the Jansport Soul's on fire, who's gettin' the fanned off? Don't wait for hand off, get you your own team My sleep's a piece of shit, it been lyin' the whole dream Had to see the path, yeah, write out my own scheme They ain't see the vision so I got me my own screen I could be silent, still have my own scream Illuminatin' ghosts, yeah, I got me my own beam Beamin' wit' the B's on 'em, ease on 'em when I squeeze on 'em This is verbal murder whenever the P's on it Spray ground bag at the front if you want 'Cause you niggas know I dump way more than bars (You know) Another spray ground bag in the trunk, mini pump If I'm goin' on the hunt, you gettin' more than scarred This is backpack ghost, keep your backpack close We burn and make a string called, "Backpack smoke" It's that backpack rap that you missin' Have you in your backpack And your whack raps and your whack facts And your whack trap's outta comission It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch It's that backpack rap that you missin' Have you in your backpack And your whack raps and your whack facts And your whack trap's outta comission SongtexteIt's D block, you gotta be kiddin', (Yo) bitch (Huh) Yo, demand all my corners Take mask off, you mad soft Plug me in, boot the nation, CNN Look like woman [?] door hittin' Got his ghost (Ghost) Don't call me Casper [?] 'cause I matter Celibate 'til I sell a bit Don't get fit, 'til start talkin' my shit Can't touch Michael, my hip, beat it No playin' wit' food, gotta eat it Seein' poetry, speakin' bars, speak Eazy's Didn't see me, double entendre Cassandra Mans fond of her, most slept on Secret weapon, wreck on tracks like subway raps Backpack, [?] hats, no cap With science to rap Got gems so we wear jewels No time for fools or rocks, D blocks Need more outsiders, two or 2Pac's It's that backpack rap that you missin' Have you in your backpack And your whack raps and your whack facts And your whack trap's outta comission It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch It's that backpack rap that you missin' Have you in your backpack And your whack raps and your whack facts And your whack trap's outta commission It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch Not God body but godlike (God) You could get two in your body, the hard life Mans up north, stressed out, gettin' yard life (Salute) Used to have a bus pass, now it's the car price If you beef in heave, yeah, I wonder, does God fight? Kinda thoughts I have, stored all in the archives Told you I'm the sun and the moon but I'm star like (I'm star like) Get real close when I listen to Pharcyde Break down a break beat What is a safe street? Keep a .38 so what is a safety? (Huh) Told you I'm backpack, told you I'm G2 (I told you) Stay if you want but leave if you need to You won't bleed too, what did you read through? Are you an intellect? Do we believe you? (Do we believe you?) It don't really matter though, the Goddess will leave you This is verbal warfare, know that we lethal (D block) It's that backpack rap that you missin' Have you in your backpack And your whack raps and your whack facts And your whack trap's outta comission It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch It's that backpack rap that you missin' Have you in your backpack And your whack raps and your whack facts And your whack trap's outta commission It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch Aus Songtexte Mania