Crypt - 11 Styles Of Rapping lyrics

Hey! Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through your face
(Hey) make you bleed enough to make
You think you'll pass away (Hey)
I'm not like the rest (Hey)
Yeah, my life's a mess (Hey)
So think twice before you try to
See what's inside my head (Hey)
Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through your face
(Hey) make you bleed enough to make
You think you'll pass away (Hey)
I'm not like the rest (Hey)
Yeah, my life's a mess (Hey)
So think twice before you try to
See what's inside my head
(Fe fi fo fum, Hey)
Badass motherfucker comin' straight up
From the underground
Baggin' bodies is a hobby
That's why I'm always underground
They won't make another sound
Oh, here comes another 'round
Time to make some room inside this tomb
Come get covered now
Badass motherfucker, you know I am
Breaking necks and fuckin' up the program
Fuck your rules, I obey no mans
Raging like a bull

Everybody wanna be the little
Motherfucker coming at me
But I'm better than half of the pack
'Cause I write my raps on
The back of a napkin
That's lathered in splatters of
Blood from their ass
I don't really wanna be the
Man that you hate
You don't really wanna be the man in my way
From the middle-west
I hit 'em and I get up in they face
Motherfucker, we can battle any
Time and any place

My whole entire life can go out like a flame
One last wish and I will blow it away
But before I go, I've got one thing to say
I won't miss you at all
My whole entire life can go out like a flame
One last wish and I will blow it away
But before I go, I've got one thing to say
I won't miss you at all

Life is depressive
Sometimes I struggle just to find a message
What's the purpose of me being here?
Who knows?
One day I hope to, once I leave this globe
But do I do it on my own time?
Or wait around until it surprises me
Like I'm diggin' and I find a gold mine
Should I die and take my own life?
Or should I wait around like the rest of you?
That feels like a slow ride

Who is the man? (Uh) who is the man?
Who is the man? I am
Who is the man? (Uh) who is the man?
Who is the man? I am
Who is the man? (Uh) who is the man?
Who is the man? I am
Who is the man? (Uh) who is the man?
Who is the man? I am

Bitch, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man who is the man? (Uh)
Who is the man? Who is the man?
I am who is the man? (Ahh)
Who is the man? Who is the man?
I am

Bitch, I'll pull up to your block with
A 9 mil' in each hand (Boom)
With a 243 and a 22
Tucked beneath my waist band
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
With a 50 Cal' on my left shoulder (Boom)
And a 45 on the right one (Bow)
Aim a 12 Gauge at your ugly face
If you can't tell by now, I like guns

Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord knows that she's good, and, shoot
I know it too
So I think I'll take her on a trip
And I know just what to do
Because she's sweeter than a honeysuckle
Prettier than flowers
She likes to be in the water
Every second of every hour
So I go up to her room
And I tell her, "Babe, let's take a trip"
Gonna take you to the place where
We took our first dip

It don't matter the time of day
If you call me, I'll be on my way
It's the only place in the world
Where time seems to just stand still
It's where I first kissed
Sally under the moonlight
Where I first found God and got baptized
Where I caught my first largemouth
And I shouted so loud that the
Neighbors come out and they said:
"Let's go down to the waterhole"
(Waterhole)
"Gonna rid my sins and cleanse my soul"
(Cleanse my soul)
"Bring your friends and bring your poles"
(Bring your poles)
"Gonna swim 'til we can't swim no mo'"
(Can't swim no mo')

I heard an old, old story
How a savior came from glory
How He gave His life on Cavalry
To save a wretch like me
I heard about His groaning
Of His precious blood's atoning
Then I repented of my sins and won my Victory
Oh, Victory in Jesus, my savior forever
He sought me and bought me
With His redeeming Blood
He loved me 'ere I knew Him
And all my love is due Him
He plunged me to Victory
Beneath the cleansing flood

Rap is my addiction
Not just the life that I'm livin'
I'm chasin' paper like I should
Instead of chasin' women
'Cause chasin' women leads to
A-straying my intuition of getting paid
I'm sticking straight to my initial vision
The kid is gifted, spitting freestyles
Fuck all the writtens i'm quick-witted
Walked the green mile with no sentence
No repentance
I won't regret my own decisions
If I did it once, I'll do it twice
More momentous i'm independent
So that means the shit in my pen is
Mine and no-one else's, bitch
That shit came from within this
Rollin' in this money
And it's so tremendous
Watch me count this cash
I don't know how I'll spend this

Hand going back and forth
Like I'm playing tennis
Moving money from one pile to
Another while I'm grinning
When I finish, I look back and shit
That pile has replenished
'Cause I'm making money quicker
Than I can count, it don't diminish

Crypt is vicious
God as my witness, I will win this
I'm battling myself like an
Inner squad scrimmage
My only competition is my
Own reflective image
Stick a pen up in my rib
Until I slit my own appendix
And I rip it out to see if
There is more at my own ending
But it's full of blank pages
Not a single fuckin' remnant
Of the man I wanna be
It's like pulling teeth at the dentist
Once I find the root of the issue
I'll keep on diggin'

It's Sunday morning, I wake up for the paper
I got a family to feed
They need to see what I'm made of
All this time on the streets
Yet we still struggle to eat
(Papa, I wanna eat)
Sometimes I end up sleepin' in 'em
Just to make ends meet
Looking over my shoulder every
Step of the way
Never knowing which breath will be
The last that I take
I swear they think that everybody like
Me is a piece of shit
Like what kind of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's a catastrophe waiting to
Happen with prejudice minds
Take a second to try to understand
What my life is like every day
I live in fear that someone
Like them will shoot
That I'll get blasted in my head and
I'll end up on the news
And people will use me as a
Pawn in their propaganda positions
Some will say I had it coming
Some will say that I didn't but either way
All it does is create more division
I'll get a hashtag
But only half of them will listen
A couple weeks will go by
And I'll just be a statistic
Another man gunned down by the opposition
But they say that I'm trippin' when
I pull my gun to protect
Too many times I've seen them
Lay my brothers to rest
And I'll be damned if I let my
Family get dragged in this mess
And see me lying in the streets
Blood gushing from my chest
So everytime I'm in the streets
I got it on my mind
That every time I see them
They just wanna see me die
So the piece is on my side
I'm keeping the peace tonight
I don't want no-one to die but
I ain't losing my life
And I don't know what to do
But I won't end up slain
Due to the fact that we had
A couple bad eggs laid
'Cause the actions of a few
They treat us all the same
Blue versus black, but who of us is to blame?

I know I don't wanna die
Protect me in these streets
As I lay me down to sleep at night
Lord, I pray that my soul you keep
(Soul you keep)
And I know I don't wanna die
But I don't know what else to do
And I pray that my enemy can see me
From a different point of view
(Point of view)