[ Featuring Cassandra The Goddess ]
Used to transport in the Jansport
Soul's on fire, who's gettin' the fanned off?
Don't wait for hand off, get you your own team
My sleep's a piece of shit, it been lyin' the whole dream
Had to see the path, yeah, write out my own scheme
They ain't see the vision so I got me my own screen
I could be silent, still have my own scream
Illuminatin' Ghost, yeah, I got me my own beam
Beamin' wit' the Bs on 'em, ease on 'em when I squeeze on 'em
This is verbal murder whenever the Ps on it
Spray ground bag at the front if you want
'Cause you niggas know I dump way more than bars (you know)
Another spray ground bag in the trunk, mini pump
If I'm goin' on the hunt, you gettin' more than scarred
This is backpack Ghost, keep your backpack close
We burn and make a strain called, "backpack smoke"
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your wack raps and your wack facts
And your wack trap's outta comission
It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your wack raps and your wack facts
And your wack trap's outta comission
It's D block, you gotta be kiddin', (yo) bitch (huh)
Yo, demand all my corners
Take mask off, you mad soft
Plug me in, boot the nation, CNN
Look like woman friend go by door hidden
Goddess Ghost (Ghost)
Don't call me Casper
Tip harder when I pass her in room 'cause I matter
Celibate 'til I sell a bit
Don't get fit, 'til start talkin' my shit
Can't touch mic on my hip, beat it
No playin' wit' food, gotta eat it
Seein' poetry, speakin' bars, speak easies
Didn't see me, double entendre Cassandra
Mans fond of her, most slept on
Secret weapon, wreck on tracks like subway raps
Backpack, stanky hats, no cap
With science to rap
Got gems so we wear jewels
No time for fools, I rocks, D Blocks
Need more outsiders, two or 2Pacs
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your wack raps and your wack facts
And your wack trap's outta comission
It's D Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your wack raps and your wack facts
And your wack trap's outta commission
It's D Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
Not God body but godlike (God)
You could get two in your body, the hard life
Mans up north, stressed out, gettin' yard life (salute)
Used to have a bus pass, now it's the car price
If you beef in heaven, yeah, I wonder, does God fight?
Kinda thoughts I have, stored all in the archives
Told you I'm the sun and the moon but I'm star-like (I'm star-like)
Get real close when I listen to Pharcyde
Break down a break beat
What is a safe street?
Keep a .38 so what is a safety? (huh)
Told you I'm backpack, told you I'm G2 (I told you)
Stay if you want but leave if you need to
You gon' bleed too, what did you read through?
Are you an intellect? Do we believe you? (do we believe you?)
It don't really matter though, the Goddess will leave you
This is verbal warfare, know that we lethal (D Block)
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your wack raps and your wack facts
And your wack trap's outta comission
It's D Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
It's that backpack rap that you missin'
Have you in your backpack
And your wack raps and your wack facts
And your wack trap's outta commission
It's D Block, you gotta be kiddin', bitch
