Testo di Backpack

I'mma just go in on this joint right now for y'all All my lyricism heads where y'all at? I spit fifties and shit hundreds Do shit that's undid Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts I get em wet, no need to touch Break they back like dutches Keep em close like the toast I clutch Never the less I'm never depressed I keep feelings suppressed One of the best but need to listen if I'mma progress I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap I said it on a record, now I can't take it back Stop, I shut it down like a bloodclot Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot Mic check, I come to catch wreck Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck I pop emcees like Hymens Y'all glass posing in studs but I'm a diamond I reckon you need to listen I'm never dissin' Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission Catch me fishin Cause I'm eating for a lifetime Wisdom in my mind I'm a star watch me shine Fucking your bitch from behind Record it and hit rewind I'm nasty, construct rhymes like rhinoplasty A hip-hop statute Rhymes coming at you, God bless you When I kick wisdom it never stress you or test you Unless you a dumb motherfucker We gon' get into it like this Said this is mathematic tactics Murder this rap shit Intravenously inject my prophylactics Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up Do a whole 'lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs Yeah, turn my headphones up That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough Raw, rugged and rough My alter ego, Mr.Tough I'll call your bluff Face to face never snuff I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit No mercy cause if I grip the mic they might curse me Da Vinci flow Before I grip the mic I'm in control Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo Living in vertigo Half of these fuckers don't know It's Logic I said it's Logic