Three Wise Men | O.C.D Cypher 1 by Team Backpack Lyrics
[Verse 1: Chris Rivers]
Please believe these CDs and seeds will bring me peace like treaties
Heebie jeebies, my species bring evil deeds like a ouija
Eating greasy but sure as the leaves are green we defeat these
And I believe cause trees came from planting seeds in the fecees
Though I got pro ambition, this liquor help me speakeasy
Bees knees thinking I'm sweet means diabetes
Police see me bleeding, that's growth like bowls of wheaties
Jesus pieces needed for preaching slinging PCP please, uh
Yak yak, put the cognac in a black bag
Sip it in the back of a rag tag ac that's
All I could afford til I'm poppin' on ASCAP
Test me, get crossed out twice like hash tag
New dark knights coming like Affleck
Never run for my life that's a back track
And all my niggas stay strapped, team backpack, ooh
I can beat the sun in a stare off
I can be the one in a pair off
(You probably shoot a layup, get an air ball)
Horse stance, crane stance, uh nigga bear claw
Impair snares flares make the air cough
Never leave your girl around me, nigga
I be all up in that pussy like a hair ball
[Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin}
No matter how you flip Denzil, Os and Chris know it's still a slaughter
All the rn's know that d.o.c's what the doctor ordered
O.C.D, see we been killing this game so fuck a disorder
Lethal weapons when we penning, c.o.d, no console needed
My P.O.V is G.o.d’s, E.K.G the heart beat of a martyr
More souls than a million men marching
Darwin evolved Oswin to Martin
Star gazing now a day is the same as looking in mirrors
All blue Yankee like I’m Hova, the brim is grey from new era
My sky is grey, my cup over floweth with my new errors
The new mistakes that I'm making, cuz winning's (what Oswin's scared of)
My soul, my peace of mind and the industry had a stare off
Close to the cliff like Claire Huxtable
(Damn I hope I don't steer off)
Autumn know I'm the son of the summer scorching the fall
Paul Bearing, Bearing this gift of vitality for ya
The ghost of Christopher Wallace just tried to drown me in the holy water
Smacked me out of my christening (so I face the palms of big poppa)
Now the palms of this author orchestrates psalms for mobsters
Songs for contraband where the swing hands like black conductor
Songs in the key of a 1,000 grams on a grand piano
Sonically this dope is superb enough to revive Seattle
Hey man, know this rain man is poor enough to throw a sea at you
‘Cuz I'm tired of the current
The people lookin' at me and feel he stands firm for all he believes that's a rocky statue
D, you ever do fall off Heath's Ledge, I know the lord got you
[Verse 3: Denzil Porter]
But Os, if I do, I really hope it's a clear fall
Careful, when I go off, niggas lose more than Pierre Paul
(That's so foul)
It's a clear call
With these bear claws
I yank a bitch like wierd all
(you mean Weird Al?)
Man I'm smoked off
(you mean smoked out)
But I'm back in the zone when the track hit the gas
I attract to the tone then
I attack like I'm in a parking lot with a tat that said bad to the bone then put out when I'm going in
And these bars so enlarged in my noggin, surprise I'm disguised, in real life I'm a cone head
Try tell me don't curse, all you hear is beep beep beep you would think a nigga going dead
But thank you thank you, so kindly, they screaming loudly
Black actor as human torch they finally made a movie 'bout me
Black magic for haters, friendships that's forged when they truly doubt me
I had it of lately, pouting bout cowards that's making
The culture a place that's deserted of knowledge and patience
The doctors acknowledge no patience, they just say take this pill
Kill yourself slowly and painless
But this that piss up in the morning
Don't forget what yo aim is
Don't forget what yo name is
You could call me Balthazar, and don't forget who I came with
Words, concepts and bars, 3 wise men, we the latest
We the latest closest to gods and we bring gifts from the Savior
In reality we are the stars that come out when you say save us
From darkness
The haters' game has been infiltrated by traitors
Now play ya cards right before somebody take em and trade em or pawn em
I'm taking limbs too I'm Vietnamin'
I'm fly and I'm intercoming
But niggas Oswin or Chris rivers bomb em hol' up
[Verse 4: Oswin Benjamin]
Two cool L's away from a kangol
A whip away from the Django
A critic's opinion away to losing my ear like a Van Gogh
A starving artist under unemployment, coining his phrases, hoping he has enough on pump 87 to make his van go
At least rite aid
I'm tired of riding around commando
Sorry if that's too much information for y'all to handle
Two other wise men aside of me know that I'm losing the soul in me trying to prove that I'm more than a bible student
More than a couple scriptures
This misconception is brewing
A Jesus escariot
I purposely didn't say Judas
I know what I'm doing
I'm simply stating I'm human
I'll take shot of Tequila with the same lips I use for communion, nigga
I send a prayer and do the shooting, nigga
I'm not conscious, I'm unconscious
I read the book of James and still get neck like an ostrich
A prostitute and a prophet, nigga
I came with with two other wise men to body you, niggas
[Verse 5: Chris Rivers]
Young monster marcher that conjured karma to conquer
Dishonor leads to arms swinging razor blades like a barber
Diminish your soul and image like armored trucks to a Tonka
Willy wonka chompas gap in every tooth like Moses part the
Oceans I'm chosen tho holding clothes that was thrown in holes like I'm Oscar
Larger and darker than life's price which I ponder
Cause poppa died, hold it down momma get your moms snuffed
The type to set a stance and move a mountain with a palm thrust
[Verse 6: Denzil Porter]
Uhm just, know that they can't calm us
In hip hop, we don't shoot if you put your arms up
Keep in mind my mind is too miraculous, marvellous
I don't let nothin' by me, guess my mind's like a contra- septive
Yes it's who your girl want to get wit
I left her pussy red, but left her blue guess I set tripped, uh
(You went through all of that with her?)
Now she falling back, nigga
(she want to Netflix and chill?)
But we skipped all of that, nigga
Now I'm left with this pitty, all my ex's are pretty
But only time my ex is up is when I'm reppin' my city
My weapon? Pen and a pad and when I'm prepping I shimmy
Doing a dance like I'm Diddy, bad boy with the pimmy
Uptown slang, that soured
'Cause I come from the north
See I always come first, you built to last like a ford
On my last I afford to get past and move forward
Relax then relapse but in fact I just came back like a chord, the spine
Can't do what I do
My rhymes are from times of vinyls
Ciphers come at your vitals with rivals who try to fight you or knife you so bring your rifle, your wisdom and bring your bible
Don't be shook, don't bring your rap book, just bring your title
Gotta buzz right? (Yeah)
You got some thugs right? (Yeah)
Well maybe you could sign your bugged life here
You got my bud, right? (Yeah)
You got my bud light?(Yeah)
Yo Chris, where the fuck you get this buzz light year?
Hold up, we are are no colly bones
We over heads like carry ons
When I kick it, I take one to the face, I call it Holly Holmes
Then i be gone, I'm out like a stale mate
I got the kinda drive that nobody could tailgate
Could tell fake haters "fuck you, you could blow me!"
Even in real life, I leave the hating comments below me
You know I gotta keep going, until they sick of it
Until my pen is selling ]so strong, they could use that shit to kill syphilis
[Verse 7: Chris Rivers]
And cure this infinite, imminent fall of man with these intricate, flipped lyrics like scissor kicks that's been given a gift foretold like a syllabus
Reach for the stars your bars are Icarus
Ligaments propel me to heights, blow me like instruments
Ironic, niggas writtens are sounding like they're illiterate
Hit the liquor with spliffs rolled from a bit of Leviticus
While we breaching the boarders and porters order some immigrants
I'm just looking for fellow lyricists I can nigga wit
Modern day bastards with a passion of rap words like a pastor
Add verbs to my verses create disasters
With the world on my shoulders, when I walk I collapse earth
And all my niggas stay raw like war backwards
Three wise men taking no losses with Oswin
King Kong ain't got nothing on Denzil
We flowing like leviathans higher than firemen admiring burnt down trap houses
Take a whiff of that fine blend
I am him and we are they and no ones blessed with nicer
Three wise men with a gift for your flesh in diapers
Three wise men with a gift for your flesh in diapers
Even if you trained 'til you're grown, you couldn't best this cypher Challenge, nigga!
Please believe these CDs and seeds will bring me peace like treaties
Heebie jeebies, my species bring evil deeds like a ouija
Eating greasy but sure as the leaves are green we defeat these
And I believe cause trees came from planting seeds in the fecees
Though I got pro ambition, this liquor help me speakeasy
Bees knees thinking I'm sweet means diabetes
Police see me bleeding, that's growth like bowls of wheaties
Jesus pieces needed for preaching slinging PCP please, uh
Yak yak, put the cognac in a black bag
Sip it in the back of a rag tag ac that's
All I could afford til I'm poppin' on ASCAP
Test me, get crossed out twice like hash tag
New dark knights coming like Affleck
Never run for my life that's a back track
And all my niggas stay strapped, team backpack, ooh
I can beat the sun in a stare off
I can be the one in a pair off
(You probably shoot a layup, get an air ball)
Horse stance, crane stance, uh nigga bear claw
Impair snares flares make the air cough
Never leave your girl around me, nigga
I be all up in that pussy like a hair ball
[Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin}
No matter how you flip Denzil, Os and Chris know it's still a slaughter
All the rn's know that d.o.c's what the doctor ordered
O.C.D, see we been killing this game so fuck a disorder
Lethal weapons when we penning, c.o.d, no console needed
My P.O.V is G.o.d’s, E.K.G the heart beat of a martyr
More souls than a million men marching
Darwin evolved Oswin to Martin
Star gazing now a day is the same as looking in mirrors
All blue Yankee like I’m Hova, the brim is grey from new era
My sky is grey, my cup over floweth with my new errors
The new mistakes that I'm making, cuz winning's (what Oswin's scared of)
My soul, my peace of mind and the industry had a stare off
Close to the cliff like Claire Huxtable
(Damn I hope I don't steer off)
Autumn know I'm the son of the summer scorching the fall
Paul Bearing, Bearing this gift of vitality for ya
The ghost of Christopher Wallace just tried to drown me in the holy water
Smacked me out of my christening (so I face the palms of big poppa)
Now the palms of this author orchestrates psalms for mobsters
Songs for contraband where the swing hands like black conductor
Songs in the key of a 1,000 grams on a grand piano
Sonically this dope is superb enough to revive Seattle
Hey man, know this rain man is poor enough to throw a sea at you
‘Cuz I'm tired of the current
The people lookin' at me and feel he stands firm for all he believes that's a rocky statue
D, you ever do fall off Heath's Ledge, I know the lord got you
[Verse 3: Denzil Porter]
But Os, if I do, I really hope it's a clear fall
Careful, when I go off, niggas lose more than Pierre Paul
(That's so foul)
It's a clear call
With these bear claws
I yank a bitch like wierd all
(you mean Weird Al?)
Man I'm smoked off
(you mean smoked out)
But I'm back in the zone when the track hit the gas
I attract to the tone then
I attack like I'm in a parking lot with a tat that said bad to the bone then put out when I'm going in
And these bars so enlarged in my noggin, surprise I'm disguised, in real life I'm a cone head
Try tell me don't curse, all you hear is beep beep beep you would think a nigga going dead
But thank you thank you, so kindly, they screaming loudly
Black actor as human torch they finally made a movie 'bout me
Black magic for haters, friendships that's forged when they truly doubt me
I had it of lately, pouting bout cowards that's making
The culture a place that's deserted of knowledge and patience
The doctors acknowledge no patience, they just say take this pill
Kill yourself slowly and painless
But this that piss up in the morning
Don't forget what yo aim is
Don't forget what yo name is
You could call me Balthazar, and don't forget who I came with
Words, concepts and bars, 3 wise men, we the latest
We the latest closest to gods and we bring gifts from the Savior
In reality we are the stars that come out when you say save us
From darkness
The haters' game has been infiltrated by traitors
Now play ya cards right before somebody take em and trade em or pawn em
I'm taking limbs too I'm Vietnamin'
I'm fly and I'm intercoming
But niggas Oswin or Chris rivers bomb em hol' up
[Verse 4: Oswin Benjamin]
Two cool L's away from a kangol
A whip away from the Django
A critic's opinion away to losing my ear like a Van Gogh
A starving artist under unemployment, coining his phrases, hoping he has enough on pump 87 to make his van go
At least rite aid
I'm tired of riding around commando
Sorry if that's too much information for y'all to handle
Two other wise men aside of me know that I'm losing the soul in me trying to prove that I'm more than a bible student
More than a couple scriptures
This misconception is brewing
A Jesus escariot
I purposely didn't say Judas
I know what I'm doing
I'm simply stating I'm human
I'll take shot of Tequila with the same lips I use for communion, nigga
I send a prayer and do the shooting, nigga
I'm not conscious, I'm unconscious
I read the book of James and still get neck like an ostrich
A prostitute and a prophet, nigga
I came with with two other wise men to body you, niggas
[Verse 5: Chris Rivers]
Young monster marcher that conjured karma to conquer
Dishonor leads to arms swinging razor blades like a barber
Diminish your soul and image like armored trucks to a Tonka
Willy wonka chompas gap in every tooth like Moses part the
Oceans I'm chosen tho holding clothes that was thrown in holes like I'm Oscar
Larger and darker than life's price which I ponder
Cause poppa died, hold it down momma get your moms snuffed
The type to set a stance and move a mountain with a palm thrust
[Verse 6: Denzil Porter]
Uhm just, know that they can't calm us
In hip hop, we don't shoot if you put your arms up
Keep in mind my mind is too miraculous, marvellous
I don't let nothin' by me, guess my mind's like a contra- septive
Yes it's who your girl want to get wit
I left her pussy red, but left her blue guess I set tripped, uh
(You went through all of that with her?)
Now she falling back, nigga
(she want to Netflix and chill?)
But we skipped all of that, nigga
Now I'm left with this pitty, all my ex's are pretty
But only time my ex is up is when I'm reppin' my city
My weapon? Pen and a pad and when I'm prepping I shimmy
Doing a dance like I'm Diddy, bad boy with the pimmy
Uptown slang, that soured
'Cause I come from the north
See I always come first, you built to last like a ford
On my last I afford to get past and move forward
Relax then relapse but in fact I just came back like a chord, the spine
Can't do what I do
My rhymes are from times of vinyls
Ciphers come at your vitals with rivals who try to fight you or knife you so bring your rifle, your wisdom and bring your bible
Don't be shook, don't bring your rap book, just bring your title
Gotta buzz right? (Yeah)
You got some thugs right? (Yeah)
Well maybe you could sign your bugged life here
You got my bud, right? (Yeah)
You got my bud light?(Yeah)
Yo Chris, where the fuck you get this buzz light year?
Hold up, we are are no colly bones
We over heads like carry ons
When I kick it, I take one to the face, I call it Holly Holmes
Then i be gone, I'm out like a stale mate
I got the kinda drive that nobody could tailgate
Could tell fake haters "fuck you, you could blow me!"
Even in real life, I leave the hating comments below me
You know I gotta keep going, until they sick of it
Until my pen is selling ]so strong, they could use that shit to kill syphilis
[Verse 7: Chris Rivers]
And cure this infinite, imminent fall of man with these intricate, flipped lyrics like scissor kicks that's been given a gift foretold like a syllabus
Reach for the stars your bars are Icarus
Ligaments propel me to heights, blow me like instruments
Ironic, niggas writtens are sounding like they're illiterate
Hit the liquor with spliffs rolled from a bit of Leviticus
While we breaching the boarders and porters order some immigrants
I'm just looking for fellow lyricists I can nigga wit
Modern day bastards with a passion of rap words like a pastor
Add verbs to my verses create disasters
With the world on my shoulders, when I walk I collapse earth
And all my niggas stay raw like war backwards
Three wise men taking no losses with Oswin
King Kong ain't got nothing on Denzil
We flowing like leviathans higher than firemen admiring burnt down trap houses
Take a whiff of that fine blend
I am him and we are they and no ones blessed with nicer
Three wise men with a gift for your flesh in diapers
Three wise men with a gift for your flesh in diapers
Even if you trained 'til you're grown, you couldn't best this cypher Challenge, nigga!