Illmaculate Jon Belz Mic Capes | LIVE PDX Cypher by Team Backpack Lyrics
[Jon Belz]
Try to go mano a mano - become a hologram
Porn flick - I just get off when I'm on the cam
Horror flick - you'll get offed - no running, fam
I was born to spit
They can't keep up with their lung in hand
[?] Uncle Sam that is how I want [?] arsonists
Shaking up the game - I gave it Parkinson's
Quick to talking
[?], boy
Just call it done
Murderer - pick a ward or be hung
They'll pay memorial in your memory
It reads: "Never forget - when Belz is the enemy"
These frail niggas' finicky
Drilling them till they [?]
This imagery is wicked - I don't know what's gotten into me
It's rotten, vivid - looking like I shot a Kennedy
Forget about images - I levitate off of energy
I'm writing life sentencing behind these bars, nigga
I do the work - like it's just me in the yard, nigga
All this concentration with this time I'm facing
Prisoner of the game - climbing out the Matrix
I'm not a game designer faceless
I took your favorite - mixed in the greatest
Gave myself a facelift
You got a fetish for defeat - you can taste it
Back and forth is for the bitches playing tennis - get a bracelet
This is for the spitters only - club secret like the mazes
But it's known to [?] - we running without [?]
I ain't playing no more - I've been laying so low
Now I'm shooting up everything - I ain't aiming no more
I got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe
Grab the mic and try to hang - it's cool it came with a rope
Nigga, I cut a body - that bag was a duffel
They looking bad trying to run and play after the [?]
Still got sacked 'cause they trash - I'll actually stuff you
How the HazMat cleaning up after the rumble?
Your ass is in trouble
I'm actually humble
I get to spazzing - you gon' know
'Cause I haven't begun to
You' average - I pass 'em up
Why you gassing these dummies?
"I got fire to burn" - that's just gas in their stomach
See they don't know that I'm that nigga they actually want
And when they fail to mention me, well, they're actually frontin'
I'm putting an artist fucking work in and ain't asking for nothing
Nah it's Team Backpack on your ass and I'm hunting
Put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment
Got the issue - but trust me
You' campers ain't wanting it
Honestly - chill
It's dumb to me that you wanna be ill
You either are or you're not
[?] wanna be killed
Belz
[Mic Capes opening]
That motherfucker Jon snapped, didn't he?
Imma do my shit north side, nigga
[Mic Capes]
Tell me what you'd rather have - the fortune or the fame?
I swear the game is changing - it's like an orphanage for lames
[?] from the north is where I came
Flow is gorgeous so I'm sure to make a fortune in the game, See?
I came to put it down for my native city
So I hope that God is watching and the angels with me
I'm on a mission to put us up on the map
Happy I started rapping - I could've been cooking crack
Could've been doing time - could've been in the ground
But I'm doing music - [?] googling niggas now
Flow is stupid - truth is I'm doing it for the [?]
Doubt that that nigga tough - well I'm proving it to him now
Salute me and give me pounds - but I remain humble
I made it through all the pain - and I ain't crumble
And managed to stay the same - through the rain
Never change - now I'm ready to change the game
And make my change double
We in the same huddle - playing the same game
Ain't running the same place - but got the same struggle
Playing tug of war with life, but fuck it, I'm alright
Though my life is [?] full of brain puddle
Instead of battling with regret I climb the ladder of succes
Never focus on the past - 'cause I'd rather know what's next
Never panic when I'm [?] - you're average at best
You be the niggas in the stance
While we snatching down the necks
Ball game, nigga
Aye, aye
Ball game, nigga
Uh
Checked it, checked out
And left the microphone in a ball of flames, nigga
Mic Capes, let's go
[Illmaculate]
Look around, aye
Now say the scene ain't raw
Me, Belz and Capes came to cremate y'all
That's why our lines connect like a three-way call
I keep a small sidearm tucked like Dj Paul
Brought up in a [?] - raised in a rough spot
I was out in Georgia - selling tapes out the Lunchbox
Now I run the game - every play, [?] clock
The point guard of my city before [?] hit a clutch shot
Bombs drop - lock the wall down, survive the fallout
It's like I'm God casting lightning rods down
I'm Michael Vick fighting pits outside a dog pound
I sketch a drawing of Muhammed at an Isis compound
They say - they say I'm nice, why I rhyme so mean?
Well let's take a stab at it - like a Psycho scene
I put it on all on the line - I got that tightrope lean
So when I drop that shit crack - like an Iphone screen
I got no time to spend - just this common sense
Build a wall - it's that to keep them out or lock us in?
Red and brown - say that I'm in it like a wedding vow
Columbus ain't discover shit
And John Smith's a pedophile
Tear the world apart - feels like we're a world apart
No sense in sleeping when these demons get an early start
Police killing - be the murder charge I'm speaking out
But preach into the choir - don't spread the word of God
We just stating the obvious chasing profits
Slaves to opulence - labels makes us anonymous
What would you trade for dollars?
Would you exchange your karma?
Death before dishonor - I'd rather rob you than beg your pardon
I'm from the bottom but I'm stacking Franklins
Putting models on the roster like a talent agent
I got her number - how them apples tasting?
I'm a problem - chalk it up like Good Will Hunting math equations
I'm not a player - I'm a better coach
Don't make dollars, don't make cents/sense
Like Big Pun's breath control
[?] the goat
The best that never made it resurrected
[?] - check my pulse
Being possessed by every dead legend's ghost
Set in stone, yeah - here to be
I'm all heart like a stethoscope
But hold up, check it, yo
Labels wanna sign me - the best approach? Cut the [?]
[?] attitude - like a child that don't respect adults
Fuck 'em, aye, yeah, fuck 'em
Team Backpack, Portland, fuck 'em
Illmac salute, whattup!?
Try to go mano a mano - become a hologram
Porn flick - I just get off when I'm on the cam
Horror flick - you'll get offed - no running, fam
I was born to spit
They can't keep up with their lung in hand
[?] Uncle Sam that is how I want [?] arsonists
Shaking up the game - I gave it Parkinson's
Quick to talking
[?], boy
Just call it done
Murderer - pick a ward or be hung
They'll pay memorial in your memory
It reads: "Never forget - when Belz is the enemy"
These frail niggas' finicky
Drilling them till they [?]
This imagery is wicked - I don't know what's gotten into me
It's rotten, vivid - looking like I shot a Kennedy
Forget about images - I levitate off of energy
I'm writing life sentencing behind these bars, nigga
I do the work - like it's just me in the yard, nigga
All this concentration with this time I'm facing
Prisoner of the game - climbing out the Matrix
I'm not a game designer faceless
I took your favorite - mixed in the greatest
Gave myself a facelift
You got a fetish for defeat - you can taste it
Back and forth is for the bitches playing tennis - get a bracelet
This is for the spitters only - club secret like the mazes
But it's known to [?] - we running without [?]
I ain't playing no more - I've been laying so low
Now I'm shooting up everything - I ain't aiming no more
I got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe
Grab the mic and try to hang - it's cool it came with a rope
Nigga, I cut a body - that bag was a duffel
They looking bad trying to run and play after the [?]
Still got sacked 'cause they trash - I'll actually stuff you
How the HazMat cleaning up after the rumble?
Your ass is in trouble
I'm actually humble
I get to spazzing - you gon' know
'Cause I haven't begun to
You' average - I pass 'em up
Why you gassing these dummies?
"I got fire to burn" - that's just gas in their stomach
See they don't know that I'm that nigga they actually want
And when they fail to mention me, well, they're actually frontin'
I'm putting an artist fucking work in and ain't asking for nothing
Nah it's Team Backpack on your ass and I'm hunting
Put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment
Got the issue - but trust me
You' campers ain't wanting it
Honestly - chill
It's dumb to me that you wanna be ill
You either are or you're not
[?] wanna be killed
Belz
[Mic Capes opening]
That motherfucker Jon snapped, didn't he?
Imma do my shit north side, nigga
[Mic Capes]
Tell me what you'd rather have - the fortune or the fame?
I swear the game is changing - it's like an orphanage for lames
[?] from the north is where I came
Flow is gorgeous so I'm sure to make a fortune in the game, See?
I came to put it down for my native city
So I hope that God is watching and the angels with me
I'm on a mission to put us up on the map
Happy I started rapping - I could've been cooking crack
Could've been doing time - could've been in the ground
But I'm doing music - [?] googling niggas now
Flow is stupid - truth is I'm doing it for the [?]
Doubt that that nigga tough - well I'm proving it to him now
Salute me and give me pounds - but I remain humble
I made it through all the pain - and I ain't crumble
And managed to stay the same - through the rain
Never change - now I'm ready to change the game
And make my change double
We in the same huddle - playing the same game
Ain't running the same place - but got the same struggle
Playing tug of war with life, but fuck it, I'm alright
Though my life is [?] full of brain puddle
Instead of battling with regret I climb the ladder of succes
Never focus on the past - 'cause I'd rather know what's next
Never panic when I'm [?] - you're average at best
You be the niggas in the stance
While we snatching down the necks
Ball game, nigga
Aye, aye
Ball game, nigga
Uh
Checked it, checked out
And left the microphone in a ball of flames, nigga
Mic Capes, let's go
[Illmaculate]
Look around, aye
Now say the scene ain't raw
Me, Belz and Capes came to cremate y'all
That's why our lines connect like a three-way call
I keep a small sidearm tucked like Dj Paul
Brought up in a [?] - raised in a rough spot
I was out in Georgia - selling tapes out the Lunchbox
Now I run the game - every play, [?] clock
The point guard of my city before [?] hit a clutch shot
Bombs drop - lock the wall down, survive the fallout
It's like I'm God casting lightning rods down
I'm Michael Vick fighting pits outside a dog pound
I sketch a drawing of Muhammed at an Isis compound
They say - they say I'm nice, why I rhyme so mean?
Well let's take a stab at it - like a Psycho scene
I put it on all on the line - I got that tightrope lean
So when I drop that shit crack - like an Iphone screen
I got no time to spend - just this common sense
Build a wall - it's that to keep them out or lock us in?
Red and brown - say that I'm in it like a wedding vow
Columbus ain't discover shit
And John Smith's a pedophile
Tear the world apart - feels like we're a world apart
No sense in sleeping when these demons get an early start
Police killing - be the murder charge I'm speaking out
But preach into the choir - don't spread the word of God
We just stating the obvious chasing profits
Slaves to opulence - labels makes us anonymous
What would you trade for dollars?
Would you exchange your karma?
Death before dishonor - I'd rather rob you than beg your pardon
I'm from the bottom but I'm stacking Franklins
Putting models on the roster like a talent agent
I got her number - how them apples tasting?
I'm a problem - chalk it up like Good Will Hunting math equations
I'm not a player - I'm a better coach
Don't make dollars, don't make cents/sense
Like Big Pun's breath control
[?] the goat
The best that never made it resurrected
[?] - check my pulse
Being possessed by every dead legend's ghost
Set in stone, yeah - here to be
I'm all heart like a stethoscope
But hold up, check it, yo
Labels wanna sign me - the best approach? Cut the [?]
[?] attitude - like a child that don't respect adults
Fuck 'em, aye, yeah, fuck 'em
Team Backpack, Portland, fuck 'em
Illmac salute, whattup!?