The Slam Dunk Records Rocbeats Cypher (feat. Cee Thr33, Tocci, Tylo, MARVEL & K.R.Y.T.I.C)

Boy I'm so next I got em so stressed

Nightmare I got em waking up in cold sweats

This Luvale boy got the game so stretched/Kanye with it boy I'd die for the North West

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Killing rappers my fetish

If I hear you said it the out come is that you perish

My sentences are a sentence to death I don't think you get it

What competition to relish the competitions my relish

I eat them with my side of greens

Anyhow any means

Many things to oversee I oversee from overseas

Low-key making boss moves **** I am so discrete

I like my presence felt I don't want no one to notice me

Verse is like a crime scene

Bring the yellow tape out

Scofield kind of year

I'm about to break out

Busy doing me

I know nothing that these lames bout they never making moves ngati malonda wapa State house

Immortal with the style brother ain't nobody killing me

You need a C section you can't handle my delivery

Grime reaper type of flow the way I'm spitting misery

I'm feeding off the hate all it do is give me energy

You thinking you rapper coz you rocking the attire

You clearly lack the skill though I admire your desire

You a sellout lil **** a Lyricist for hire/hip hop circus act my special skill is spitting fire

Big dawg status men these cats can never break me

Am a certified lyricist my epitomes are gravy

Heard y'all **** talking smack so I pulled up with a Krytic

How reality a late bloomer gat you **** schizophrenic

Mentally I'm iron steel stark left a protege acknowledge all this prophecy of gun bars Philosophies

Embody all this energy of super gees getting cream

My resumé a catacomb of Goats selling cheap

Put the soup where the meat at, I heard you gat some beef boy where we gadda meet

Meat at

This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant

Boy this is music the heart of it is pain

So many stories untold my ancestors would be proud

I should have been the tenth member of the Wu-tang clan

Aah listen to this catharsis reacting from a killer's view

My metaphors are ghosting **** pulled up with that power crew

You tripping on the locals when your daddy works for power tools

Never underestimate a thousand of consistent fools

This is just the root but you **** wish you would

Wood

So your mama never taught you better boy you about get schooled

Cause ToCci is like a masterpiece of eliott and tattoos

A living proof of D12 in the flesh am a fly dude... Chelstone

Bout time, I been waiting, they came and got me

You're in trouble now, dead serious, this ain't a hobby

You kids ain't sh1t but babies, piss stains and potties

You just ain't as godly, so which name could stop me

I wish they would, just stop it, just watch and copy

Don't wake the giant, he's p1ssed off and bodies

He's Christopher Wallace and Tupac Amaru

Saddam and osama, the kid is not Ghandi

..and if i tried i just could not worry

They just could not harm me, you and what army

Just loose with the artistry, juice like omar

On the roof of the party, root for the anti

Boost up the grams, that's laced like the boots on the man

You won't do sh1t, just do what you can

Knuckles got threw from the hands, you talk dirty then chew on this sand

..now tell me, is that what you had planned

A son of song, a prince, the most devine

When my speech intertwine I turn these beats into wine

In this jungle, your teeth set you apart/so the nerve of these puppies, bitting draculas bars..

They really want me out the cave with no safety measures

Im thor! once My third eye twitch i can change the weather...

I've been jason on these tracks since i was born

Son, my punchlines been crackin jaws, since the crack of dawn.. ..now let that sink in, i'm tapped into the flow/ you dont wanna see my dark side, just tap into the glow.. i bring life into this game son you pre-season

!they know not to bring the beef here, it's like I'm vegan I was runnin though these beats while you played Mario

!so in a sense you more Cardi b I'm cardio

I'm down to earth, with my fruits I school the youth

So if there's heroes in a room, you bet I'm rooting for groot

Its Big Holstar, Zed Hip Hop OG – A Big wave from you all I see is ripples

You better raise the bar doesn’t mean dropping them, you wanna be a Legend – like Big - Pac and Em

The cream de la cream, the upper echelon, fly monga ntete – ukwapa che ma lawn

Fly like an eagle - ndiwe nkunku za ma loan

Don’t make the Holstar mad – I got a pick a bone

Breakfast in Matero – dinner in paris – you cats ain’t thorough you can’t spar with this

You got an army of goons and I believe in self, you believe in survival – I believe in wealth

Your Ghostwriter retired – can’t make an album

You diminish your legacy that’s the outcome

You better finish your veggies and watch your mouth son, I rap circles and marathons can’t be outdone

Picture a corpse in the Nile river

But then its floating with a smile ****, around the temple thorns form a crown and the

Sunny rays bring the view to your head

Then you start to realize your Ubuntu is dead

Not the literal, the constant focus on individual

It’s pitiful cuz people do favors to get residuals

I’m sick o you, you slave for attention cuz it tickles you

Till that attention turns to people trying to get rid of you

Oh, my name is Krytic, but you already know

I’m that guy you told nah you would never blow

Ten years later I don’t do it for radio

2nd year, highest selling, Oh that’s whack? Tell me more

I told you **** rap **** thought I wanted war

But bro I don’t wanna have to kill my sons at all

I sold out and I ain’t had to shake my bums at all

Like can you even still rap I’m having fun witcho

But I’m a son of war, I came to son Em all

I only fear one rapper and he ain’t none of y’all

From Vitumbuwa to 07 I done it all

And PS my game old school – I’m Bloody Raw

I don’t need a press run

Anybody want smoke they can get some

All I can try to be is level headed

Cuz I’m a Copperbelt boy son I’ll get you dreaded

I might drop a couple subs just to shift the culture

But don’t you ever get it twisted boy it ain’t about you

Cuz if we really keep a scoreboard you been a vulture

There’s not a single drop of culture that we get up outchya

We ouchea