TeamBackPack 2015 Entry by Taqu Lyrics
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
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