In the Bag

A'yo. 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 napsack
 A'yo. 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 napsack
 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 god-damn Levi's genius
 These 501s are the uniform
 Keep me mythically invisible - a unicorn
 Nope you can't see me chilling on the deans list
 With the A.P. classes. Y'all still C.P
 To college preps I'm a graduate
 Put my diploma on a t-shirt to laugh a bit
 Bachelors in rap tactics. I mastered it
 Put on my seat belt and I fastened it
 Cause I ride that beat like a fucking big wheel
 Big deal. I throw back like a [?]
 Spinning all around like a fucking wind mill
 I'm conscious of the sickness. I know I've been ill
 A'yo. 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 napsack
 A'yo. 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 napsack
 I'm no backpacker. More like a carpet bagger
 Peel off new constituents. Peep my swagger
 And I'm not talking Old Spice. This is my right
 To passage. Wreck mics till they call me average
 Meal ticket gets ripped and often [?]
 But I promise that day will never come to pass
 I can run too fast, and my pace is awkward
 You're a great white hommie? We're a pack of dolphins
 Stay tight nit 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 duces
 When you drink a jazzer, go dumb, you doofus
 Till the line gets blurred and your dreams are lucid
 A'yo. 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 napsack
 A'yo. 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 napsack
 Yeah
 I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
 Okay they're 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 boss speaks proper. Spit so fly
 Been waiting to talk shit since Ready To Die
 Since Ready To Die, I've been ready to fly
 Uncle Crips spits slick so I mimic the guy
 And I'm a Wallace myself, so I polish the???
 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
 Yack. Yes the lyrics get frightening
 Freddy Kruger letter head. Never sleep lightly
 A'yo. 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 napsack
 A'yo. 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 napsack