Backpack Rap (feat. Cassandra the Goddess)

Used to transport in the JanSport

Soul's on fire, who's gettin' the fanned off?

Don't wait for the 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' with the Bs on 'em, ease on 'em when I squeeze on 'em

This is verbal murder, whenever the Ps on it

Spray ground bag at the front if you want

'Cause you **** know, I dump way more than bars

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

Me and Berner make a strain called backpack smoke

It's that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your wack raps and your wack facts

And your wack trap's outta commission

It's D-block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

It's that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your wack raps and your wack facts

And your wack trap's outta commission

It's D-block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

Yo, demand all my corners

Take mask off, you mad soft

Plug me in, boot the nation, CNN

Look like woman friend, Girl By Door hidden

Goddess ghost

Don't call me Casper

Say pardon when I pass sir in room 'cause I matter

Celibate till I sell a bit

Don't get fit, till start talkin' my shit

Can't touch, mic on my hip, beat it

No playin' wit' food, gotta eat it

Seein' poetry, speakin' bars, speak easies

Didn't see me, double entendre Cassandra

Mans fond of her, most slept on

Secret weapon, wreck on tracks like subway rats

Backpacks, Yankee hats, no cap

Weird Science to rap

Got gems, so we wear jewels

No time for fools, I rocks, D-Blocks

Need more Assata's to our 2Pacs

It's that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your wack raps, and your wack facts

And your wack trap's outta commission

It's D-Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

It's that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your wack raps, and your wack facts

And your wack trap's outta commission

It's D-Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

Not god body but godlike

You could get two in your body, the hard life

Mans up north, stressed out, gettin' yard life

Used to have a bus pass, now it's the car price

If you beef in heaven, 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

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?

Told you I'm backpack, told you I'm G too

Stay if you want, but leave if you need to

You gon' bleed too, what did you read through?

Are you an intellect, 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 wack raps, and your wack facts

And your wack trap's outta commission

It's D-Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch

It's that backpack rap that you missin'

Have you in your backpack

And your wack raps, and your wack facts

And your wack trap's outta commission

It's D-Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch