Cryptyc - YDR Lyrics

You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit
Hit 'em with the rythem and let the 808's kick 'em
Finna flip the track and rip it quit tripping you slip like charlie chaplin
Imagine a dragon rapping breathing fire
Packing heat within a tablet minds a magnet to the fucking beat
Grimy like a goblin I'm mobbing a dirty phyco hundred percent of the time
I might go crazy smash ya into pieces
With ease it's my telakeneses that spreads my lyrical genius into ya brain
In the form of a spoken thesis Jesus he's as seen
As a magical beast is never been beaten in Latin combat
Need a break then be deceased bitch eat it
Dressed in all Addis defeat is definite you're to me
What a fetus is to a penis attached to a priest shit
What I mean is your an easy target to rape
Now watch me as I spit ontop of these pussies it's time to eat
The steaks have never been higher
I must've threw the plate your fate is sealed
Tighter than the tomb of king tut's grave capiche
You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit
Never been invested into something now
I'm blessed with an addiction to ripping beats till the listener's limping
I'm pimping the track so if it's an interest to fit this into ya business
Then bitch spend some money on my merch and buy a shirt
Never quite tasted dirt, but I've been close
Eating ramen for dinner and sleeping next to roaches after having strokes and
I don't know if that's enough to qualify this qouta
But don't it at least count as a fucking bonus
Whatever this shit is bogus who told us that living had to be a show for (Chauffeur) People to drive us insane it's like they own us
Going back and forth with owners of radio voters
Just to get a taste of what it's like to be famous then blame us
For being unorthodox and blatant just face it
These faygots want our lives but criticize our lack of patients
Vacation after vacation I love it the case is a deal has been made with satan
So taste this sauce and wish for a suitcase full of qauso
You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit
Got a masters in rap, that's six years in the bag
Hour after hour of written, lain on the track
Fuck a label I've been named after a fable enabled to
cause some mayhem with the flick of a finger
So beat it biblical scriptures disfigured by "Cryptyc' no visible visit could fix it
Crucifixes and pictures of devilish dishes of human and kittens
Grab a pair mittens cause "Cryptyc" is hot
As liquid metal no level of force can stop this type of devil
You better get ready cause hell is heavy
And I'm about to steady drop it freddy's in his pajamas
No bedding Quit wetting (Wedding) this setting ain't met for marriage
Swing a machete at jason and slice his head he must've been bearing like teddy
A Jedi on the mic use the force to bend words with might
A pen composed of light shoot lasers whenever I write
A mecha made to fight not able to measure his hight
A bunch of dirty rhymes just wrote a whole song in a night
You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit

You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit
Hit 'em with the rythem and let the 808's kick 'em
Finna flip the track and rip it quit tripping you slip like charlie chaplin
Imagine a dragon rapping breathing fire
Packing heat within a tablet minds a magnet to the fucking beat
Grimy like a goblin I'm mobbing a dirty phyco hundred percent of the time
I might go crazy smash ya into pieces
With ease it's my telakeneses that spreads my lyrical genius into ya brain
In the form of a spoken thesis Jesus he's as seen
As a magical beast is never been beaten in Latin combat
Need a break then be deceased bitch eat it
Dressed in all Addis defeat is definite you're to me
What a fetus is to a penis attached to a priest shit
What I mean is your an easy target to rape
Now watch me as I spit ontop of these pussies it's time to eat
The steaks have never been higher
I must've threw the plate your fate is sealed
Tighter than the tomb of king tut's grave capiche
You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit
Never been invested into something now
I'm blessed with an addiction to ripping beats till the listener's limping
I'm pimping the track so if it's an interest to fit this into ya business
Then bitch spend some money on my merch and buy a shirt
Never quite tasted dirt, but I've been close
Eating ramen for dinner and sleeping next to roaches after having strokes and
I don't know if that's enough to qualify this qouta
But don't it at least count as a fucking bonus
Whatever this shit is bogus who told us that living had to be a show for (Chauffeur) People to drive us insane it's like they own us
Going back and forth with owners of radio voters
Just to get a taste of what it's like to be famous then blame us
For being unorthodox and blatant just face it
These faygots want our lives but criticize our lack of patients
Vacation after vacation I love it the case is a deal has been made with satan
So taste this sauce and wish for a suitcase full of qauso
You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit
Got a masters in rap, that's six years in the bag
Hour after hour of written, lain on the track
Fuck a label I've been named after a fable enabled to
cause some mayhem with the flick of a finger
So beat it biblical scriptures disfigured by "Cryptyc' no visible visit could fix it
Crucifixes and pictures of devilish dishes of human and kittens
Grab a pair mittens cause "Cryptyc" is hot
As liquid metal no level of force can stop this type of devil
You better get ready cause hell is heavy
And I'm about to steady drop it freddy's in his pajamas
No bedding Quit wetting (Wedding) this setting ain't met for marriage
Swing a machete at jason and slice his head he must've been bearing like teddy
A Jedi on the mic use the force to bend words with might
A pen composed of light shoot lasers whenever I write
A mecha made to fight not able to measure his hight
A bunch of dirty rhymes just wrote a whole song in a night
You don't really 'wanna rap you're just sticking to the trends
You don't really have a stack or bentley with the tinted rims
You don't really know the facts you're just picking up the hints
You don't really seem to fit so you fib to pick the fit
You don't really wanna ask you're just lifting fingertips
You don't really have a maserati with the tilted rims
You don't really know the trap you're just fixing to get hit
You don't really seem to drip so you rip off "Cryptyc" to spit