who you know? by Crypt

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lyrics: Who you know rappin' about the shit that they think When nobody else callin' out the shots that they make? I could drop a song tomorrow and I wouldn't have to borrow A permission slip like these other rappers you think are great Who you know turnin' down a couple-hundred grand From a company that wanted to control your whole brand? With a five-year deal, everybody's [?] But I'm in year one, already matched their hand Who you know rappin' that is their own boss? Who you know who's pad and the pen is so raw? Who you know collabin' with their idol (Aah!) That they got a couple canvases of hangin' on their studio wall? Bitch, me! I'm bad wit' it Disproven what them critics had written, one minute, I'm trash wit' it Next minute, fabulous Got 'em goin' back-and-forth, thought they're playin' a game of some badminton, it's madness My mind is elaborate, so many paths to pick Travelin' faster, end up where the casket it Accidents happen whenever I rap 'Cause I'm packin' that heat, like the spice in a cabinet And I'm too dope like dos hits of cocaine Flow's gas, I'm only spittin' the propane It's so sad that rappers thinkin' they so great 'Cause when they compare themselves to me, there ain't no way Movin' to the side like "Olé!" ("Olé!") I'm in the fast track, you in the slow lane Your rap career is like a basket of dirty jackets Because you got no game Who you know rap like me? Who you know spaz on the beat? Who you know smash every track that he raps on? That's a guarantee? Bitch, me! Me! Who you know pack that heat? Who you know stack that cheese? Who you know have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! Bitch, me! Me Who you know rap like me? Who you know spaz on the beat? Who you know smash every track that he raps on? That's a guarantee? Bitch, me! Me! Who you know pack that heat? Who you know stack that cheese? Who you know have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! Bitch, me! Me Name another rapper that can do what I do Sing his fuckin' heart out while playin' guitar too And drop bars harder that guarding Abdul-Jabbar And carve through flows like a harpoon I'm sick wit' it, this shit I spit is ridiculous 'cause I'm quick wit' it Funny, everyone forgets that I'm equipped wit' the Gift to spit venom until they listen and Pick Crypt on they list, bitch, I never quit winnin' I can tell you a story wit' a twist Rappin' really slow or rappin' really quick Or rap on any beat, make it sound sick Got so many clicks, soundin' like a metronome's in this bitch Like "Tick-tick, tick-tick- tock" Time is up according to my wristwatch I'm versatile, full of sauce like lasagna You [?], awful in every genre Who you know rap like me? Who you know spaz on the beat? Who you know smash every track that he raps on? That's a guarantee? Bitch, me! Me! Who you know pack that heat? Who you know stack that cheese? Who you know have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! Bitch, me! Me Who you know rap like me? Who you know spaz on the beat? Who you know smash every track that he raps on? That's a guarantee? Bitch, me! Me! Who you know pack that heat? Who you know stack that cheese? Who you know have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! Bitch, me! Me!

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