Testo In The Bag - e-dubble
Testo della canzone In The Bag (e-dubble), tratta dall'album Hip-Hop Is Good
Ayo, it's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
Ayo, it's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
I make something out of nothing, call me Jesus
A tall proud heretic, damn behemoth
And I stand in these jeans with creases
Don't blame me, blame the goddamn Levi's genius
These 501s are the uniform
Keep me mythically invisible, a unicorn
Nope, you can't see me
Chilling on the Dean's list with AP classes
Y'all still CP
To college preps I'm a graduate
Put my diploma on a t-shirt to laugh a bit
Bachelor's in rap tactics, I mastered it
Put on my seatbelt and I fastened it
'Cause I ride that beat like a fucking big wheel
Big deal, I throw back like a Sprewell
Spinning all around like a fucking windmill
I'm conscious of the sickness, I know I been ill
It's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
Ayo, it's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
I'm no backpacker, more like a carpetbagger
Peel off new constituents, peep my swagger
And I'm not talking Old Spice, this is my rites of passage
Wreck mics 'til they call me average
Meal ticket gets ripped, an orphan bastard
But I promise that day will never come to pass
I can run too fast and my pace is awkward
You a great white homie, we're a pack of dolphins
Stay tight-knit like an emo sweater
Don't need no beef, E knows better
Don't need your hype, just need the mic
Beefing with you is like riding on a seatless bike
It's useless, my true fans boost my music
So when you see me out just chuck the deuces
When you drink a Jazzer, go dumb you doofus
'Til the line gets blurred and your dreams are lucid
It's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
Ayo, it's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
Yeah, I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Shoes, okay they rhinestones but they look cool
I am more fresh than Paul Simon
I am so bent yet I'm rhyming
Freestyling to any beat that comes on
Daft Punk, James Brown, I don't give a fuck
White boy speak proper, spit so fly
Been waiting to talk shit since Ready to Die
Since Ready to Die I been ready to fly
Uncle Chris spits slick so I mimic the guy
And I'm a Wallace myself so I polish the bread
Chasing the dream so it seems that I follow the wealth
Yeah I diminish my health but the vices keep me writing
Drunk verses shock me so I call my pen lightning
Yeah, yes the lyrics get frightening
Freddy Krueger let her head never sleep lightly
It's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
Ayo, it's in the bag, look it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit
Straight filled to the brim, just peep what's in my knapsack
Credits
Writer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Brett Anthony Bouldin, Bernice Williams, Larry E. Muggerud, Malcolm James Mccormick, Eugene Drake Dixon, Dominique Marquis Cole, Sevn Thomas, Earl G. Sr. Edwards
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