Team Backpack - A-1, Anilyst, Locksmith lyrics

[Verse 1: A-1] You've been stuck in a limbo Not makin' enough to be comfortable You've been paying these dues Maybe someday soon they'll become refundable Yeah , with a little bit of interest Yeah a little something you could invest Just yesterday you was a child Now half of your childhood friends got infants sh**, at least it ain't you Until your face turn navy blue When the girl from the other night calls you up to say: "I'm pregnant with your baby, boo." Aw naw man this can't be true naw, naw man this can't be true I got too much life to live I got people to see, I got things to do This gonna be a big change for you Diapers, you gonna have to change a few Plus work at a 9 to 5-job for a couple of years At minimum wage it through See a time machine to really need it badly Everybody needs you to be the daddy Everybody needs you to feed the family But you ain't knowing if you gonna be able to Cause of all the time and the work And the stress and it takes and it makes you depressed and sad You really wanna run away from it But you don't wanna be another deadbeat dad And it's overwhelming, cause it caught you by surprise But when that baby come out and you look into it's eyes... What you gon' do? Is you gon' stand there like a punk what you gon' do? Is you gon' turn around and run what you gon' do? Or you gon show em how it's done? Your back against the wall Is you gon' stand or you gon' fall what you gon' do? [Verse 2: Anilyst] Dreaming with no eyes closed Feeling like “Oh I'm close” When your life border line broke You got no choice but to multiply dough Show thy glow, my poltergeist soul So they're like “Oh this guy's sorta psycho” Name a brother cold as I ho I'm like snow Nyquil flow when I go rhyme slow That don't really happen often Pa**ionate, lyrically packed with arson Every time I spazz they flashin caution Imagine the path of marching Ball like I'm Shaq better back up off him Tell a b**h that I got a Magic Johnson Celibate? Nah she smashes often Hit it raw til I'm all pa**ed exhaustion Look The second I rushed on the scene I've been getting nothing but green Independent? Whats that mean? I literally did it as a one man team [Verse 3: Locksmith] Now what if I said the music you're fed is part of a plan An elitist agenda to feed and extend the catharsis of man A subtle progression to muzzle expression to public deception ain't none of us stressin' to s** in the blessings f** your perception it starts with the fans n***as wanna follow the hollow model and swallow the same bottle of pills when it threatens their ability Boggled by the fodder of being fathered and offered an alternate outcome to protect sensibility Silly me to privy these prissy dudes that's willingly sacrificing they pennies for blog accessibility If you pay another to get on a website that's a red light. Now I question your credibility Dealing with the feeling of being a villain concealing fulfilling any image you knew it was not real n***as wanna floss and come through the block talkin that sh** like look at these muthaf**in wheels You trapped in an image a prison created like n***a we made it We slaves in the matrix and all of it's heinous Ask Angela Davis the sh** is frustrating You keep droppin albums and CDs we get it you workin, you writing But it's sorta like Rhianna's titties we seen them there's no more excitement. You tweeting, you posting, you boasting, you hosting these legion of students You garnering all this attention but no one believes in your music Assuming you were una**uming I'm a**uming you were doing what you thought you had to do in order to get out of ruin Now you wanna come a new and now you wanna come ensuing watered down bullsh** for dumber humans Imma come and thumb through it, immma put my gums to it, immma eat you muthaf**in rappers ain't no undoing I would rather be a corpse than subhuman Imma tell you pussies to be quiet til I'm done chewing I just sit back and I look act the game and the game it disgusts me I see it clearly you fear me cause lyrically no one f** with me Even my homie RA he told me these haters they shook of you If you open for these rappers and murder them nobody's booking you n***as complaining blaming they lameness on the famous the aim is to entertain us and none of the sh** is flavorful I just take the lyrics and language twist them like fingers and turn them in bangers my n***a that is not debatable Yeah. Now a days n***as only on cause of consigns Yeah. I'm the illest muthaf**a that's been doin this post Tribe No sigh. Literally I'm so high. Satellite close by n***as keep pretending its lame Then they wanna talk about who's the best on the west-coast and got the nerve not to mention my name So halt the discussion f** what you heard cause you lost in frontin The difference from me and these spitters and lyrical k**ers I'm actually talking bout somethin'