Team Backpack - Rugz D. Bewler, J57, Soul Khan lyrics

[Verse 3: Soul Khan] Y'all should make the thumbnail a freeze frame of me With a really viral title like "This Geek Slays the Beat" Nah, f** the clickbait, dickface, it's weak, shameful cheap sh** only hot for one minute like Flea, Dave, and Kiedis Is he great as Jesus? More less These days i'm leaning toward yes Cause me and the demons in my mind just signed a little freetrade agreement So these flames i'm breathing could cremate a phoenix America, the paranoid Police state is fiendish And I won't skip the subject even if you ain't victim of it Please save your reasons Why you are more offended by a looted store Than you are by a teenager bleeding If Michael Brown was white as clouds And Darren Wilson was a black civlian named Daryl Wilkins, he'd be on trial now But Darren and them cowards Think a pair of sagging trousers Have some scary magic powers To make any black or brown kid into Manny Pacquiao But slow dance to Sinatra Motherf**ers disgust me like how bro rap is a genre And if that shoe could fit you, I would toe tag you with honor The lines I write could make your colon prolapse to a comma Nobody would call me a Woody or Cosby Cause no still means no to me Homie, if she rolls her hosiery up You cannot f** Just go home, get over it and you can stroke it like Okami Okaly dokaly That sh** is real as a notary public f** it, save all the woe is me I wish that I could be a nicer person Spit something that's life affirming And tell you look at the stars But you say that you're too good for them bars like you're Piper Kerwin I'm on point like the hypodermic before the Christ conversion