G-Mo Skee Obvi Illmaculate by Team Backpack Lyrics
[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
Im goin' in dry, bite the pillow, ima bring the pain
My mind is so dirty a fuckin' zombie wouldn't eat ma brain
Just lay in the yard and starve
I got the hardest bars
And ya'll got the work ethic of Ash Catch Em's Charizard
Man I don't even lift
But I bet I'll lift this toaster on you buff ass niggas
And burn you to a crisp
You in a wheelchair, gettin' pushed around the city now
They call me Chris Hansen, because i had to sit em down
I'll send you to the sky with the chem trails
Think you're fly bitch, you can catch a flight with Denzel
Cut the skin off your back, i dont care how the shit smells
I'll make a fuckin sweater and put it on like Big L
It ain't no Ralph though, i rock the freshest victims
On my next birthday, give me an exorcism
Or give me verse of the year, nigga respect the wisdom
Im Tron of the cypher, im here to protect the system
[Verse 2: Obvi]
Okay let me teach you things about survival
Do not get lied to by the education system or the bible
And 2 you are liable to do anything
You gotta do they fuck with family and that should turn you tribal
And don't sell out for more views and more listens
I kill rappers and kick it with the mortition
I'm at the morgue dissin' these old Flinstone rappers
Thinking they gassin' but they do that with the floor missin'
I am breaking through the other side like the doors trippin'
Im on the rise like the 2004 pistons
Married to the game I be living that alter life
I alter life to break bad like Walter White
And every line that I write its got a planned reaction
This bass take me on a JOURNEY like I'm Randy Jackson
I can't stand relaxin I like to spit waves
Until Bikini bottoms drop and I get my sandy action
[Verse 3: Illmaculate]
Daddy's home, Backwoods rolled up
Yeah blowing like a saxophone
I'm Leonardo, wait… Davinci or Dicaprio?
Catch me if you can, Vitruvian Man
My pattern sculped in a granite stone
I ain't come from a happy home, dad was broke
And dad would put whatever in the macaroni casserole
Couldn't cop chicken from the Alberta Street Market
I'll take you to Pier Park where the murder streak started
Now its tours comma lunches
More honest hustling, more commas coming
Yeah form follows function
You couldn't have taught us better cause what we capture writing
Is next to godliness omnipresent absent minded
Write it like my hand was guided, I had to build my path to find it
Never front it so I stand behind it
This is P-Lo's on deck, the beat load
I'm D-Bo on set, Cerebro complex
Far as equals I dont see no prospects
My deep flow decode the Genome Project
Head empty, you could probably see those cobwebs
And we smoke, I think slow, reload, process
I can't remember last when my ego got checked
The call's probably listening like "We know, God Bless"
Yeah the thoughts I conjure
Killed the Jabba Monster with a rocket launcher
And told Luke I'm not his father
Profit margins on my thoughts, get my pockets larger
Chronic spark carve the carb now I'm coughing carbon
Tell the police if they searching in the wrong apartment
Knew there'd be a rat in the end cause I watched Departed
You fly as Peter Pan
I robbed Peter to pay Paul and I need a gram
So better re-examine it
And let me see those hands
Cause I don't need no brand
This is kilograms in a speedboat in the Rio Grande
Im goin' in dry, bite the pillow, ima bring the pain
My mind is so dirty a fuckin' zombie wouldn't eat ma brain
Just lay in the yard and starve
I got the hardest bars
And ya'll got the work ethic of Ash Catch Em's Charizard
Man I don't even lift
But I bet I'll lift this toaster on you buff ass niggas
And burn you to a crisp
You in a wheelchair, gettin' pushed around the city now
They call me Chris Hansen, because i had to sit em down
I'll send you to the sky with the chem trails
Think you're fly bitch, you can catch a flight with Denzel
Cut the skin off your back, i dont care how the shit smells
I'll make a fuckin sweater and put it on like Big L
It ain't no Ralph though, i rock the freshest victims
On my next birthday, give me an exorcism
Or give me verse of the year, nigga respect the wisdom
Im Tron of the cypher, im here to protect the system
[Verse 2: Obvi]
Okay let me teach you things about survival
Do not get lied to by the education system or the bible
And 2 you are liable to do anything
You gotta do they fuck with family and that should turn you tribal
And don't sell out for more views and more listens
I kill rappers and kick it with the mortition
I'm at the morgue dissin' these old Flinstone rappers
Thinking they gassin' but they do that with the floor missin'
I am breaking through the other side like the doors trippin'
Im on the rise like the 2004 pistons
Married to the game I be living that alter life
I alter life to break bad like Walter White
And every line that I write its got a planned reaction
This bass take me on a JOURNEY like I'm Randy Jackson
I can't stand relaxin I like to spit waves
Until Bikini bottoms drop and I get my sandy action
[Verse 3: Illmaculate]
Daddy's home, Backwoods rolled up
Yeah blowing like a saxophone
I'm Leonardo, wait… Davinci or Dicaprio?
Catch me if you can, Vitruvian Man
My pattern sculped in a granite stone
I ain't come from a happy home, dad was broke
And dad would put whatever in the macaroni casserole
Couldn't cop chicken from the Alberta Street Market
I'll take you to Pier Park where the murder streak started
Now its tours comma lunches
More honest hustling, more commas coming
Yeah form follows function
You couldn't have taught us better cause what we capture writing
Is next to godliness omnipresent absent minded
Write it like my hand was guided, I had to build my path to find it
Never front it so I stand behind it
This is P-Lo's on deck, the beat load
I'm D-Bo on set, Cerebro complex
Far as equals I dont see no prospects
My deep flow decode the Genome Project
Head empty, you could probably see those cobwebs
And we smoke, I think slow, reload, process
I can't remember last when my ego got checked
The call's probably listening like "We know, God Bless"
Yeah the thoughts I conjure
Killed the Jabba Monster with a rocket launcher
And told Luke I'm not his father
Profit margins on my thoughts, get my pockets larger
Chronic spark carve the carb now I'm coughing carbon
Tell the police if they searching in the wrong apartment
Knew there'd be a rat in the end cause I watched Departed
You fly as Peter Pan
I robbed Peter to pay Paul and I need a gram
So better re-examine it
And let me see those hands
Cause I don't need no brand
This is kilograms in a speedboat in the Rio Grande