Team Backpack - G-Mo Skee, Obvi, Illmaculate lyrics

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee] Im goin' in dry, bite the pillow, ima bring the pain My mind is so dirty a f**in' 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 a** n***as 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 b**h, you can catch a flight with Denzel Cut the skin off your back, i dont care how the sh** smells I'll make a f**in 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, n***a 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 f** with family and that should turn you tribal And don't sell out for more views and more listens I k** rappers and kick it with the mortition I'm at the morgue dissin' these old Flinstone rappers Thinking they ga**in' 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 ba** 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 ca**erole 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 k**ed 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