Paps of SLY INK - d(-_-)b

Went full ego trip on this one! (Happy 420!) Big up Teambackpack! LYRICS: I'm a bit confused And I feel im in a twisted mood So I'll let my screw loose in this room And watch you splitting into different views Now, I'm a consistent dude But, often my thoughts are misconstrued Like "is it just me or is this kid rude?" Nah motherfucker, it's just you Hoo, giving me the heebeejeebees, see me release EPs, CDs, steezy beanies and easily we ending up above you teenie weenies So pass the mic, you kids ain't half as nice So many rappers have turned into stone just from taking a look into Paps' mind Better get back to the chopper Risky shit like smacking a copper Back to the top of the captain's armada *khh* Luke, I am your father I am your master, I am your karma I am tempest, I am disaster Okay slow down, now where's MY GODDAMN ARMOR Talk shit when I spit quick In a vintage vibe like stick shift What, polly want a biscuit? Nah, you prolly wanna spit this smooth When I rip this tune in an instant to Come and introduce An addictive groove With an ill repute Still a bit confused But I killed it through and through so I'm Done