Crimson Across It (feat. Doseone) Lyrics

All these rappers man.
They just want to be the boss.
It's like watching a bunch of clerks fight,
over a better title...Title, would I thought I wouldn't get it
didn't want a crown that never fitted.
halo lidded as it is
and poisoned pitted
spit acidic
couplets bout (?)
no low self-image
and I'm kitted with a vicious set of wits
AND NOW I PICK APART A BITCHES.Quickly by the artistes (Or lack thereof)
I'll reuse every part of it
the clavicle, the cartilage,
no love.
A quarter shall be given to the weak, the gift to drug.
And shopping list the shit out at a rookies' raps (No No!)Get these youngins milk and cookies back (Oh!)
(?) they wished for thinking hats (Oh!)

don't know how to acts (Oh!)
Probably the nicest thing I can say about that,
capitalist trash, you call music.And when I get my mom corrects my proper dues and
do respects my debt, my stab(?) on dollar stacks,
I want to chug a twenties pack. (repeat)(chorus)
Can you see the lies?
most truth killadeth(?)
and I'm dumb por-uhdat(?)
You aint fittin,
you aint fly. (repeat x2)Tongue-side, big guy, smashed smart phone face,
bury bone bowel, prone wild grown pape(???) (Ey!)
not beaten, nice even, nail eating, tip thinking (Ey!)
be beaten, lord's feeding, super sick leather seven (Ey!)
with a cat and something cool to spit, sliced heaven(Ey!)
and I forged that, grown, and gave it away(Ey!)It's too hard from the start
when it barked and shocked
or arrive(?) in the diehard(?)
place ROCK.And no joy,
and all that fear packed white noise, (Ey!)
Fun fact: I am a rap poised
that do spite you.
That which don't douse you
do most likely ignite you.Theses' the maze part, faint heart,
dark circles, and life through day night,
pen knives like
who do diffuse and shrink
a man removes his shoes and thinks
"What uh, what do I really got in it?
and why would I walk these coals
when they still hot?"Get Loud in the city where I smoke my throat,
in the land of dope.
Beat a band of po.
At the Oaf(?)
regret me no death I go.Add it like a small man loves his things.
One motherfucker for affordable rings,
this magic deal, was a deal
we a (?) sings.
and I lives what I swings
bleed a small Pen out,
inks, things freeze,
Where my few friends at?You run from your clique,
you can run from your past,
you can run from being a bitch,
but you can't run from all dat. (repeat)(Chorus repeat x3)
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