PDX Cypher Team Backpack (Ft. Donte Thomas, Theory Hazit & Wynne)
"PDX Cypher - Team Backpack" features artists Donte Thomas, Theory Hazit, and Wynne delivering rapid-fire verses showcasing their lyrical prowess and storytelling. The song, released in 2016, highlights themes of unity, resilience, and the struggles of the hip-hop community. With its intricate wordplay and energetic beats, it emphasizes the importance of collaboration in hip-hop culture. #HipHop
[Intro: Team Backpack]
Please, Portland, make some noise for these MCs!
[Verse 1: Donte Thomas]
They say it's love in my city
I beg to differ, 12 is smoking us like swishers
Lost my chivalrous mind
It’s like a traffic lane, the way they try to keep us in line
Damn man, it's quite a jam and I handle it fine, give it time
A few OGs told me I wouldn't make it
The other half gave me the torch to the city
Told me take it with a chin up
’Cause most would kill for this shit I spit up
No pun intended, worth mentioning
Rip up, nigga
I rip the roads, ten toes on the avenue block
Post up, blowing Bazooka Joe
Fashion woods in my tube socks
Cool calm collected, I seen it all from my window pane
Weekend consisted of the apple jacks, and Nintendo Games
Dead bodies, no shadows, and extended names
Who's to blame for doing to attain a good living, got me trippin'
With my confusion as a kid with new laces
Ain't no defeat in my sole purpose
Whole circuit bitch, soul-searching
Mad cuz I know my worth
Half niggas won't amount to
Having to scrape your change up
Sleeping on your nigga's couches
Your family turn they back on you
Like you ain't shit without 'em
Overcame my doubters and made ’em believe us
So we blow our bud in the air like golden retrievers
Had to earn my stripes and do impossible it’s nothing Adidas
100 like we running a fever, I need a Franklin
You better show respect when you see us, it's Don’
Please, Portland, make some noise for these MCs!
[Verse 1: Donte Thomas]
They say it's love in my city
I beg to differ, 12 is smoking us like swishers
Lost my chivalrous mind
It’s like a traffic lane, the way they try to keep us in line
Damn man, it's quite a jam and I handle it fine, give it time
A few OGs told me I wouldn't make it
The other half gave me the torch to the city
Told me take it with a chin up
’Cause most would kill for this shit I spit up
No pun intended, worth mentioning
Rip up, nigga
I rip the roads, ten toes on the avenue block
Post up, blowing Bazooka Joe
Fashion woods in my tube socks
Cool calm collected, I seen it all from my window pane
Weekend consisted of the apple jacks, and Nintendo Games
Dead bodies, no shadows, and extended names
Who's to blame for doing to attain a good living, got me trippin'
With my confusion as a kid with new laces
Ain't no defeat in my sole purpose
Whole circuit bitch, soul-searching
Mad cuz I know my worth
Half niggas won't amount to
Having to scrape your change up
Sleeping on your nigga's couches
Your family turn they back on you
Like you ain't shit without 'em
Overcame my doubters and made ’em believe us
So we blow our bud in the air like golden retrievers
Had to earn my stripes and do impossible it’s nothing Adidas
100 like we running a fever, I need a Franklin
You better show respect when you see us, it's Don’
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