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illmaculate, jon belz, mic capes | live pdx cypher - team backpack lyrics

[jon belz]
try to go mano a mano – become a hologram
p-rn fl1ck – i just get off when i’m on the cam
horror fl1ck – you’ll get offed – no running, fam
i was born to spit
they can’t keep up with their lung in hand
[?] uncle sam that is how i want [?] arsonists
shaking up the game – i gave it parkinson’s
quick to talking
[?], boy
just call it done
murderer – pick a ward or be hung
they’ll pay memorial in your memory
it reads: “never forget – when belz is the enemy”
these frail n-ggas’ finicky
drilling them till they [?]
this imagery is wicked – i don’t know what’s gotten into me
it’s rotten, vivid – looking like i shot a kennedy
forget about images – i levitate off of energy
i’m writing life sentencing behind these bars, n-gga
i do the work – like it’s just me in the yard, n-gga
all this concentration with this time i’m facing
prisoner of the game – climbing out the matrix
i’m not a game designer faceless
i took your favorite – mixed in the greatest
gave myself a facelift
you got a fetish for defeat – you can taste it
back and forth is for the b-tches playing tennis – get a bracelet
this is for the spitters only – club secret like the mazes
but it’s known to [?] – we running without [?]
i ain’t playing no more – i’ve been laying so low
now i’m shooting up everything – i ain’t aiming no more
i got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe
grab the mic and try to hang – it’s cool it came with a rope
n-gga, i cut a body – that bag was a duffel
they looking bad trying to run and play after the [?]
still got sacked ’cause they trash – i’ll actually stuff you
how the hazmat cleaning up after the rumble?
your -ss is in trouble
i’m actually humble
i get to spazzing – you gon’ know
’cause i haven’t begun to
you’ average – i p-ss ’em up
why you g-ssing these dummies?
“i got fire to burn” – that’s just gas in their stomach
see they don’t know that i’m that n-gga they actually want
and when they fail to mention me, well, they’re actually frontin’
i’m putting an artist f-cking work in and ain’t asking for nothing
nah it’s team backpack on your -ss and i’m hunting
put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment
got the issue – but trust me
you’ campers ain’t wanting it
honestly – chill
it’s dumb to me that you wanna be ill
you either are or you’re not
[?] wanna be k!lled
belz

[mic capes opening]
that motherf-cker jon snapped, didn’t he?
imma do my sh-t north side, n-gga

[mic capes]
tell me what you’d rather have – the fortune or the fame?
i swear the game is changing – it’s like an orphanage for lames
[?] from the north is where i came
flow is gorgeous so i’m sure to make a fortune in the game, see?
i came to put it down for my native city
so i hope that god is watching and the angels with me
i’m on a mission to put us up on the map
happy i started rapping – i could’ve been cooking crack
could’ve been doing time – could’ve been in the ground
but i’m doing music – [?] googling n-ggas now
flow is stupid – truth is i’m doing it for the [?]
doubt that that n-gga tough – well i’m proving it to him now
salute me and give me pounds – but i remain humble
i made it through all the pain – and i ain’t crumble
and managed to stay the same – through the rain
never change – now i’m ready to change the game
and make my change double
we in the same huddle – playing the same game
ain’t running the same place – but got the same struggle
playing tug of war with life, but f-ck it, i’m alright
though my life is [?] full of brain puddle
instead of battling with regret i climb the ladder of succes
never focus on the past – ’cause i’d rather know what’s next
never panic when i’m [?] – you’re average at best
you be the n-ggas in the stance
while we sn-tching down the necks

ball game, n-gga
aye, aye
ball game, n-gga
uh
checked it, checked out
and left the microphone in a ball of flames, n-gga
mic capes, let’s go

[illmaculate]
look around, aye
now say the scene ain’t raw
me, belz and capes came to cremate y’all
that’s why our lines connect like a three-way call
i keep a small sidearm tucked like dj paul
brought up in a [?] – raised in a rough spot
i was out in georgia – selling tapes out the lunchbox
now i run the game – every play, [?] clock
the point guard of my city before [?] hit a clutch shot
bombs drop – lock the wall down, survive the fallout
it’s like i’m god casting lightning rods down
i’m michael vick fighting pits outside a dog pound
i sketch a drawing of muhammed at an isis compound
they say – they say i’m nice, why i rhyme so mean?
well let’s take a stab at it – like a psycho scene
i put it on all on the line – i got that tightrope lean
so when i drop that sh-t crack – like an iphone screen
i got no time to spend – just this common sense
build a wall – it’s that to keep them out or lock us in?
red and brown – say that i’m in it like a wedding vow
columbus ain’t discover sh-t
and john smith’s a pedophile
tear the world apart – feels like we’re a world apart
no sense in sleeping when these demons get an early start
police k!lling – be the murder charge i’m speaking out
but preach into the choir – don’t spread the word of god
we just stating the obvious chasing profits
slaves to opulence – labels makes us anonymous
what would you trade for dollars?
would you exchange your karma?
death before dishonor – i’d rather rob you than beg your pardon
i’m from the bottom but i’m stacking franklins
putting models on the roster like a talent agent
i got her number – how them apples tasting?
i’m a problem – chalk it up like good will hunting math equations
i’m not a player – i’m a better coach
don’t make dollars, don’t make cents/sense
like big pun’s breath control
[?] the goat
the best that never made it resurrected
[?] – check my pulse
being possessed by every dead legend’s ghost
set in stone, yeah – here to be
i’m all heart like a stethoscope
but hold up, check it, yo
labels wanna sign me – the best approach? cut the [?]
[?] att-tude – like a child that don’t respect adults

f-ck ’em, aye, yeah, f-ck ’em
team backpack, portland, f-ck ’em
illmac salute, whattup!?

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