Studio Backpack Rap

Album: Freedom Of Speech (2012)
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  • Wanna hear him rap, he do it drop of a hat
    It’s all in his bag, studio back pack rap
    They, they call it, studio back pack rap
    They, they call it, studio back pack
    She can hear the beat from the sound of her feet
    When she reach of the street
    She plug it into it
    They call it, they call it studio back pack rap
    They, they, they call it, studio back pack rap

    He rocking with the laptop, Macbook Pro
    Cracked version of Logic but he soon Pro Tools
    True, Cubase kinda old school
    Although he got the kicks that are old school
    I can see him, as he gaze at the ceiling
    He got that sneaky feeling he’s gone give it to the nation
    His biggest inspiration is his own imagination
    ‘Cause when it comes to rules, he don’t have the patience
    So he got the USB keyboard that’s fresh a bigger man woulda say
    “Hot of a de press”
    He be bless, he does with finesse
    he damn near molests, he should arrested
    He rocking hard neck breaking to the beat
    Head phones head down like a lesbian
    He’s on his wa wa ones having so much fun
    He’s a new age thespian

    Wanna hear him rap, he do it drop of a hat
    It’s all in his bag, studio back pack rap
    They, they call it, studio back pack rap
    They, they call it, studio back pack
    She can hear the beat from the sound of her feet
    When she reach of the street
    She plug it into it
    they call it, they call it studio back pack rap
    They, they, they call it, studio back pack rap

    Internal mixing desk, external hard drive, eternal concept she bad
    She got the bright colour high tops with the long bob
    She got the future of the world on her iPod
    Her plug-ins are good loving
    That’s why she got a banging ass beat in the oven, turn it up
    Can’t get enough, cant, can’t get enough
    She knows the words to the world’s best lyrics
    “It was all a dream”
    She used to read Smash Hits Magazine
    But now she smashes crashes on the keys
    Kicks on quantize just like woola
    And mix that one time she is a star yea
    She rocking hard neck breaking to the beat
    headphones head down like a lesbian
    She’s on his wa wa ones, having so much fun she’s a new age thespian

    Wanna hear him rap, he do it drop of a hat
    It’s all in his bag, studio back pack rap
    They, they call it, studio back pack rap
    They, they call it, studio back pack
    She can hear the beat from the sound of her feet
    When she reach of the street
    She plug it into it
    they call it, they call it studio back pack rap
    They, they, they call it, studio back pack rap Writer/s: CORYNNE ELLIOTT, KWESI SEY
    Publisher: Third Side Music Inc., WARP MUSIC LIMITED
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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