Old track, Crypt feat mc.Raze
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Knowledge Flow of cash'n'dough we all know the path it go The smoke that grow from barells o, and blood that glow in puddle that fall fels hoverable Anatomicaly improbable, honorable death is better than overall Shots that amoral, simintanseously strike life forces the mic To ignite the blood in veins of the righ cheos, no lightning he smites shells God none else life helps death sell, sex wealth, drugs lifless Brough into the game, and played Slain bodies drained soul stained and placed in a lineup to be raped Hate is formed in an enormous mold that breaks the shape and builts this world Into the burned satans playground that lays waste is sound waves people in craze Endless maze, continues to amaze with the strays the probablities generate I belive god fucked an ape before acepting your ways and denying my fate In missing enlisting street thats busting like 'capitalstic' missels that go ballistic Missed and riped wrist band wraped around that kids hand, with clip in him that came to an end Can't stand idiots that can't understand the words that are verbally spet, whrilled and capped Chipped and came to an end, no one is innocent if they send here by god, even the lord Had to repay his sins before he was brough to the capital ranking, in books stating That he was making the significant prgrees we too busy watching faggets possers retellandposes Tales of mozes coverting it into wrong sense and teaching kids the cans and can'ts Time bends itself to fit the curve that god create and we just burn through, Your sins hurts you, in the worst way, the more you commit the worse is the pay, in steps We can't see the life in its depth Cause we stray straight cats still dream of macs and teks and while living of welfare checks It seems that life begins in the essence of womens innings, leaving us with reason To impragante, leave and break hearts with a stake made of iron, rip to try them Then dump like be wise man, silent when we hear a siren, but loud when screaming or lying In curses every wordsmith that presents his learning to the crowd for earnings, in respect Or gold rings, mourings or just soring, soars among the central source and tries to mantain All that energy that was spent to gain the desired, lyrics or prose required stole and ironed From past that hurried and finnayl caught up, realising where you were broung up, Chocked than smacked up, left in blood, rolled a blunt, got drunk, fuck a slut, than siloed her up, repescpected the crowd, and is remebered as the most loud or big Or whaever fucking thing there was, remeber your home don't pose or try to be Another G, be from your block and it will stay loyal to you B... ye
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Verse 1 [IZOLATED] Whatz rage, ya blazin in fear Blood pumping up voices ya hear Scared scattered but still there the question stayz clear but the answer is blured just another damn word datz unknown to the world hate-charged blood flow high temper inside glow Emotion you can't controll Ya git up don't fall Hold yo own outcome is unknow so you get up and fight One condition the winna is right Scattered figures in sight All exite-ted hyped psyched Burning yet not out You listen to the crowd Shout so loud ya drums scrach Inside out you iterpret it Differint, liek its on blue print Rebuilt the demons clash as you git More and more lit, a knife ya leaped Than a short skit, almost got ya slit Sirens in the air eyes meet Both run they exceed They maximum speed like creatures deep In the stories ya read as a kid Rage is out as it is legit an inside Feeling deep in a crypt Verse 1 (C.R.Y.P.P.T) As pick myself up I see nothing but blood, In my hearth, and my gut all around then FUCK! All over again on the ground I lie I can"t take the pressure I just can"t deny all the hatred inside of me as I stand But I can"t just pretend, I can feel it reflect Like a demon inside it gets out again As my pain go worth all the hatred began I jump up and I strike in his face with my claw His nose is now done but I feel he needs more All the blood as he screams and than BAM! His demon is out I"m on the ground again The kick in the face, but who gives a damn The sound of sirens sang WAM! WAM! WAM! But he didn"t stop, nor didn"t he care The kicks became stronger, I felt danger in here The trees looked at me, I could hear them "RUN" They whispered, the convulsions began But I picked up what was left of me A 2 straights and hook than tried to flee Away to escape the sirens that was A main directive with no sense of loss As ran but turned back as I saw him just lie He couldnt get up he was left to die The demon has left him, and so did his friends I could just leave him if not for damn regrets For his life as I remembered mine I picked him up there wasn"t much time As I ran giving it all I had All the pressure was driving me mad But we made it as we saw a car pass by I was relived but he stuck a knife in my spine Demon came back, taht back stabbing shit He ran away, they foudn me took to the hospital fuck that I lied there for a week and a half As I got out i haven't seen taht fuck Verse 3 ( Crypt, Izolated ) Borthers stay brothers, and enemies are bound to be You'll get your balls cut if you are weak and can't see Enemies that surround you, if you don't hit first They'll hit you, they are hounds obsessed with blood thirst Be true to your word don't leave your crew out They will help you deal with teh bich as soon as he is found Make him bound to the ground, with the speed on teh sound Like a hell hound, rip him out, teach him what bortherhood is all about Its like that, let no fag, try to stab you or rag, on you That is aloowed to few People in yuor crew Yet no one else so live on With the will to go on The motherfuckers will get what they deserved Rage came back its no absurd The richeous feeling insdie of an abandoned soul Strong enough to crush people to make them houl Crushing boundaries drawn by scinece It controls men they beocme like lionz And gladiators on the filed of death The next day they make front page of press Another victim of a street... worthless
Old track, Crypt feat mc.Raze
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