Shyheim - Napsack Lyrics
Chorus 2X:Napsack on my backNapsack on my backNapsack on my back(I carry a full pack)[Shyheim]I rocks the blocks with the rugged hip-hopAnd I can't be stopped cause my jam pumps like ReebokGo get a grip as I flip the bicDon't slip cause I rip shit and I'll packs a biscuitSo make em jump jump cause I gotta pump pumpI'll stick it in your gut and see who jumps upSo tell me now do you think you can hangWith the Wu (Wu) Tang (Tang) boom (boom) bang bangCrunch that blast up the trunk of a punkWith the funk that gots em doin the drunken monkOn the Shaolin beatbox cause I rocks steadyDon't sweat me cause I get crazy like EddieBoom-bah, some say I am a superstarTell em all I am what I am baby pawAnd my beats, fatter than fat, they're not funnyCause these drums remind me of One's 4 Da MoneyNow tell me that me and R can't drop hitsThen you heard it but then you tried to rhyme and got dissedMy style, my flow for real will have you chumpedAnd I get like Ziggy and toss it upChorus 4X[Shyheim]My styles is dope so call the kid dynamiteI writes the rhymes that's redder than bloodsightA trail of thunder with rugged hardcoreWhen I rips the crowd the dancefloor gets soreI laid down my game with my shade and razor caneI laid down my game and parlayed with my gangA little rascal was a bad little bastard(So you're the rugged child) I see you're learnin fast kidGet the message I rapped several textsSo don't even try to step to this with that old bullshitOn how you better me and how you could do meCome on son, cause you know my style is groovyTo the max as I watch and give a beatinAnd I got more bats in me than Michael KeatonChorus 4X[Shyheim]I'm kickin master Wu-Tang slang cause I'm a slingerI got a magic grip so you could call me Golden FingersI'm rough and I'm tough but I keep it on profileWanna peep my style take a ride to the IsleI'll meet you on the other side, we'll take ya dollar manTo prove to my fans that I really am the manThe hardcore shorty that will keep ya head boppinAnd while I keep rockin your ears will start poppinTo that freaky flow and all that old good shitAnd not to be conceited but hey, the shoe fitsGimme room, I love to hear the next competitionSo I can prepare to give another ass whippinShort sneaky Shy-Shy the kid with the propsI'll make your heart stop at the pop of a glockA Tech-9, an uzi, so what can you do me?But take his advice be the next one to sweat meChorus 4X
