Napsack (Explicit) - Shyheim

Lyrics by：Bacharach/Booker/David

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

I rocks the blocks with the rugged hip-hop

And I can't be stopped 'cause my jam pumps like Reebok

Go get a grip as I flip the bic

Don't slip 'cause I rip s**t and I'll packs a biscuit

So make 'em jump jump 'cause I gotta pump pump

I'll stick it in your gut and see who jumps up

So tell me now do you think you can hang

With the wu wu tang tang boom boom bang bang

Crunch that blast up the trunk of a punk

With the funk that gots 'em doin the drunken monk

On the Shyheim beatbox 'cause I rocks steady

Don't sweat me 'cause I get crazy like Eddie

Boom-bah some say I am a superstar

Tell 'em all I am what I am baby paw

And my beats fatter than fat they're not funny

'Cause these drums remind me of one's 4 da money

Now tell me that me and R can't drop hits

Then you heard it but then

You tried to rhyme and got dissed

My style my flow for real will have you chumped

And I get like Ziggy and toss it up

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

My styles is d**e so call the kid dynamite

I writes the rhymes that's redder than bloodsight

A trail of thunder with rugged hardcore

When I rips the crowd the dancefloor gets sore

I laid down my game with my shade and razor cane

I laid down my game and parlayed with my gang

A little rascal was a bad little bastard

So you're the rugged child I see you're learnin fast kid

Get the message I rapped several texts

So don't even try to step to this with that old bulls**t

On how you better me and how you could do me

Come on son 'cause you know my style is groovy

To the max as I watch and give a beatin

And I got more bats in me than Michael Keaton

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

I'm kickin master Wu-Tang slang 'cause I'm a slinger

I got a magic grip so you could call me Golden Fingers

I'm rough and I'm tough but I keep it on profile

Wanna peep my style take a ride to the Isle

I'll meet you on the other side we'll take ya dollar man

To prove to my fans that I really am the man

The hardcore shorty that will keep ya head boppin

And while I keep rockin your ears will start poppin

To that freaky flow and all that old good s**t

And not to be conceited but hey the shoe fits

Gimme room I love to hear the next competition

So I can prepare to give another a*s whippin

Short sneaky shy-shy the kid with the props

I'll make your heart stop at the pop of a glock

A Tech-9 an uzi so what can you do me

But take his advice be the next one to sweat me

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack

Napsack on my back Napsack on my back

Napsack on my back I carry a full pack