Crypt - Still Rapping From My Closet lyrics

Still rapping from my closet three years later
Where’d the time go
Still glad I didn’t take that deal
I made a lot of dough
Still trimming grass short as fuck
The snakes are lurking low
Still middle fingers to the critics
Yea, they know what for

I bought my crib, bought my neighbor’s
Just like I said that I’d do
Everything I spit inside these raps
Is nothing but the truth
Think that I exaggerate
Of course you do, but that’s okay
I did everything you said I couldn’t do
Now what’s your play

Buried alive just got a four out of ten
I’m ’bout to celebrate this win
And diss them bitches again
You fuckers think that your opinion matters
Well, think again
You and all ten of your friends
Circlejerking to my pen
I’ve listened in

Crypt is dissing us, he’s really pissed again
I’m so happy someone knows us
We should say some sh!t again
Say something about his grandmama
That really digs in him
Man, y’all ideas are more dead than her
Fuck out my DM’s

Oh, you think I ain’t remember compliments behind the scene
But then I see you trashing me up with an alternate I.D
I know I like to say that I don’t give a fuck, but that’s a lie
I kinda care too much, that’s why I hope you motherfuckers die

I’m ’bout to go beast mode
You know I’m better than the rest
Even without my A-game
That still means that I’m the best
I got more bars than a modem sig
You know I’m as cold as it gets
Robitussin couldn’t touch me bro
I’m so frozen with this

Going toe to toe would be your second mistake
The first mistake you made was thinking you could step to my face
I don’t discriminate, black, white, asian, line ’em up
Not afraid to wreck a race, figure eight, pile up

I’m spitting shit that’s hard as stone
But people take it for granted
My life is crazy
Not a second’s gone the way that I planned it
‘Cause I don’t limit my challenges, bro
I challenge my limits
The rest of y’all be scared to take that leap of faith
So good riddance
‘Cause I don’t fuck with y’all

Quick to treat you like a strand of thread
You know I’ll cut you off
Life is hard, so toughen up, young one
Because you fucking soft
It’s like you purposefully tried to miss my bars
So you duck and fall
But every time I rap
It’s like they leave the fucking oven on

An up and comer in this b!tch
I’m the boogeyman
Got ’em under covers in this b!tch
Hiding hoping I don’t hear ’em
Fuckking mumbling and sh!t
But I smell the fear up on ’em
Like they tumbled in the sh!t
Mutombo in this b!tch
Block ’em, make ’em fumble with the bricks
Rumble with the Crypt
Leave you six feet under in the ditch
Run ‘fore you get hit
Leave you fuckers stumbling and sh!t
Humbled with the licks
That’s how the cookie crumbles when you’re Crypt

Overthinking is a bitch
Honestly, I’m exhausted
So before I stop this music
And they lay me in my coffin
I’ma give it all I got
Ain’t really got another option
Still rapping from my heart
Still rapping from my closet, bitch