[Shadow The Great]

[Intro: Shadow The Great]
Kids in Brooklyn, what up?
Yo, check it

[Verse 1: Shadow The Great]
All my n***as got that knowledge of self
Too many scared of their reflection, won't acknowledge they self
In all honesty, n***as fall victim to false prophecy
Pigs jocking me, this is modern day tricknology
Uh, I load the caliber, cross the X off the calendar
My man's got locked
They found the Glock up in the Maxima
Passenger with the Glock and a sock full of Heroin
From there on, the G-O-Ds the only thing we fear on
The Devil comes in many shapes, sizes and surprises
High enough to elevate so I close your eyelids
Not forever we are in the middle of the ghetto
Cops will bust your side if you [?]
Hello friend, here I stand: The original man
Check, here I stand: The original man
Hello friend, here I stand: The original man
Yo, Vi Seconds, what's good?

[Vi Seconds]
[Intro: Vi Seconds]
Yeah, make some noise for him Team Backpack
Make some noise for him
I say, say we gotta feel it out a little bit
Hold on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's like this, uh
It's like that, yeah
It's like this, uh
It's like that, yeah

[Verse 1: Vi Seconds]
That's your dog?
Watch me air his owner, it burns when the four is fired
What don't kill you makes you stronger, this body gon' fortify you
Lord, I'm sorry that I'm murdering my kid
But this Mac got a partner and they dance like Les Twins
I'm the God, everybody that I'm seeing isn't me
You gonna get your goats eaten, Caribbean cuisine
Fuck you mean that you exit to off you on camera
You gon' hear more gun sounds than the adlibs on Panda, graa!
You making this decision is flawed
'Cause now you're playing with acid, watch these n***as dissolve
Yeah, owe me money, bitch, your whole city gets scarred
Hundred round drum rolling like the Dominican Rs, brrr
Get your n***as involved - I got a hobby
I'm a well-trained gymnast, always down to catch a body
I am he in fly attire
Seeing me, you won't see the Future but you may die in Designer
Offin' y'all bitches, I will not regret
Getting ahead by showing I'm the goat, that's a baphomet
You fucked up, tell her die in a scary position
Sending a message with my desert, that's my carrier pigeon
My aim is very efficient, my hold is greater
I connect and split you screen - like multiplayer, yeah
Fuck around and flip, and you won't stick your dismount
Get your toe tagged like it's selling out at discount
Migraine/My grain - get you rappers holding on your heads
I got Shadow, now I'm eating rappers with a loaf of bread
Boy, you dead - this a hit, this a way for me to cash out
We'll party till I'm drawing on this n***a like...
Passed out - being nice didn't get me far
Now I'm alcoholic, taking shots - every single bar
You the n***a with a death wish, I'm planning the funeral
The sweetest thing I ate since the Flintstone Chewables
I'm fire
[Shadow The Great]

[Intro 2: Shadow The Great]
Make some motherfucking noise
Real lyricism at its finest
Nothing artificial
Yo, check it
Hands up

[Verse 2: Shadow The Great]
Peep the way I function, only take an L at [?] Junction
Inhale the weed aroma 'cause I made it out the dungeon
How you living? Peace to all my n***as locked in prison
N***as caught slipping and the politicians [?]
Here I stand: The original man
The truth is scattered out in [?] out in the sand
In the pyramids - Asiatic images of diligence
Connected with the sun for energy like photosynthesis
Loaf my syndicate, we not the same - the only difference is
Use my penmanship to help maneuver through imprisonment
But nowadays, n***as address me as the prophet
It's like I always knew my lyrics would take me out the projects
God cypher divine - open your mind
Don't let them tell you what to eat and then control you in time
I ain't mad at you, n***as selling dope on Bushwick Avenue
Had to do, what they had to do, artificial - not natural
Never tell them n***as what to fucking do
It's off the top, I ain't rapping like no fucking pedestal
It's Team Backpack, live from Murder Avenue, the Queens
N***as grew up with a dollar and the dream
Fuck you mean, son?
Wiling, Profiling will get you clapped
Shit is real, n***as are never supposed to make it out the traps
Screaming "Chill", all I ever wanted was a deal
Getting hundreds, counting [?], though my momma in the heels
Check it
Yo, live from Murder Avenue the [?]
Grew up in the gutter, tryin' to get that bread and butter
Other n***as out schemin', trying to rob a undercover
With that broken tech, nah, I ain't doing federal time
So, keep moving, told my little n***as keep cruising
They try to lock up a n***a but can't stop a fucking movement
Can't illustrate, crack your neck if you step to my dinner plate
Innovate when I ventilate, n***a - watch me set this straight
Its Loaf Muzik, you bastard, closed casket
From a place where n***as' back rots chopping, it's so addicts
Now he poppin' pills like his doctor, Bill, was on the hospital
I spit ill, lyrics - fuck this critic unless your Dr. Phil
Drop a [?], peace to all my [?] writers bombing still
If you a king stand tall, that's how my Momma feels
And I ain't never run from n***as with the cops
On the block, still a king from my locks to my socks
[Outro: Shadow The Great]
Make some motherfucking noise if you feel me
Make some motherfucking noise if you feel me
Loaf Muzik in this motherfucker
Word up

[Vi Seconds]

[Intro 2: Vi Seconds]
Yeah, yeah
Make some noise for Shadow The Great one time
Now, make some noise for Shadow The Great one time!
Shadow, I'm sorry, my n***a
Yeah

[Verse 2: Vi Seconds]
For this battle, you are not poised
I got a thirty on me and I'm Steph Curry with my shot, boy
To keep the peace when I speak - don't say shit
Or this piece gon' hit your heart like deep conversation
Brooklyn's Zoo, and my pit is where you' n***as found
Getting dragged around but you ain't putting this gorilla down
Sit it down, wanna fight but don't know where your boys at?
Might as well shoot yourself - Cheddar Bob, Troy Ave
Quit acting like a bitch, stop acting like a damn diva
Or got hit with something with a nose long as an anteater's
I'm the n***a that your master copies
I get a grip, mask up and start popping like Jabbawockeez
And dumping your girl is a big mistake
I'll jizz her face and make her spit it in the air like Triple H
N***a wait, you thought this was a game? You n***as' insane
The k - I'll give you more flame than entering Kane
The shame, you putting dirt on my name
You n***as' the worst and I don't get it like a Young Thug verse
In the comments yapping lip but in person you ain't man enough
You look at me and Frieza/freeze I'll blow this whole planet up
I told you once before: I'm taking what's mine
I told you once already: Don't come after problem 99
The God - I left fire, I'm better by design
Sub-Zero back colder - now I'm holding up your spine
Fatality

[Outro: Shadow & Vi Seconds]
Yo, we keep this shit going?
We keep it going?
Oh, is that it?
Oh, aight, cool - it's all love
Yo, peace for everybody
Yo, Vi Seconds
It's all love, Team Backpack
Make some noise, Team Backpack!
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, Brooklyn