Lyrics:
time they shit on Crypt
They shit on Cord
'cause Crypt don't even exist
That's just some made-up shit to hide my
Name from people that wanna know me
But
on analog sounds pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine better than Octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen
A person that's deceased wit'
The crypt keeper first
You can't meet death unless you meet
Wit' the Grim Reaper first
You know what? I'ma go from ya
Toe up
on the low that's hush
Only got a couple I trust
If you tryna follow then just
Hit that follow for the pride you swallow
Hear me one time I ain't trippin bout
ancestors settled on this dry land
He said you're right
But our father isn't urchin
We came from the lab of Eggman
Are you certain? Yeah boy
He made us
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
Who want them test rocket
The Devil went down to hip hop and he
Was lookin' for another soul to snatch
And even though his bag was overflowin'
With rappers from the past
You
a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
Who want them test rocket
Can't nobody stops this
Like a rocket all these niggas pocket watching
This is one small step for mankind
We doing damn fine
Flow suicidal
Watch me touch
and cassette tapes
Let's bet cake, if you made racks
You think it's sweet? You could die
From the rip bitch: Kool-Aid pack
My crew spray gats and they'll use
from the crypt
Working out good, exercise hits
Never pull my punches, good night to regrets
It's about time that I find myself
I've been down for a while
braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big-time you
Rising up from that lagoon, we beat those Commies to the moon
Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa rode
from my pen
And I've got a stake in it like it was a vampire
Burning up like a campfire
I'm still riding on the whims of the breeze and the winds with
To finally rap for once (It's Crypt)
Okay, so now my name's been dropped
And thanks for that
The Crypt been empty since I
Ripped into Randolph's ass
You wanna
not miss
Born wit a soul, was born wit a gift
Go til I'm dead, tales from the crypt
Born wit a soul, was born wit a gift
Go til I'm dead, tales from
I'm not havin' this how you pass on Crypt?
When you have the discussion
Of the best rappers
But I'm not on that list? Bitch I'm sick
Penacillin can't
in the dark
i walk an extra 3 miles to avoid crazy fucks in the park
denied by the bloods, turned down by the crypts
my fuckin auntie kicked my ass
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile
on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they
Dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand
I get them bags for the low fasho you know it's jack city
Pittsburgh Zo I run the whole city that right Mouth full of slugs I keep a pocket rocket
it's murderous spittin' fire those pyros crave
Makin' joints from the gutter, the grittiest rhyme
Sorry if you think I'm rude I get too shitty at times
You struggle and strife trying to find
A rhyme to supply however your mind is fried
From getting so high you'll never get by
The age of 30 hurting your
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