Crypt Chronicles 1

[Verse]
If they ain’t concerned why they worried about what I’m doing
Grown men acting insecure they spent their life losing
Before you even flinch an inch I’m making 9 movements
Tryna fuck with me is just stupid itd leave ya life ruined
I don’t fear death it’s been present in my life many times
Sometimes I overjot my verses with too many lines
In some sorta sick twisted way to elude 2 my mind
And the crazy over complicated way that it’s dеsigned
Within an arms reach of my goals but just a step bеhind
Ain’t no need to make ya bed when youve slept where the dead reside
Y’all ain’t ever see shit the way I did we got separate eyes
The truth tends to stand out the most when sitting next to Lies
I make shit to speak to minds yos makes people bleed n die
No need to read between the lines play yo shit we cease to vibe
These days as attention Rise In talent you just see decline
I can feel the tensions rise I proceed to bleed n glide

I am not stoned , I’m 60 thousand feet up high
Chiefing offa reefer vines built like I’m on repear time
Like you clayrvoyant I’ll be the best n you’ll see in Time
Ain’t no tortise or no rabbit my whip hittin cheetah strides
Hit a curb when I spinned to swerve got it realigned
I see the signs way I’m bleeding lines you’d think I’m reading minds
Your mind only forms one sentence mine tends to think in 5
Why would a wolf in bleak disguise follow sheepish guys
Stick a blade inside yo veins or guts n then hang you up
That or Have you hunched and make you snuff a pound of angeldust
It’s guidance not protection in which truly what an angel does
Like an emo kid that’s afraid y’all ain’t make the cut
It ain’t none to get this crackhead to whack you for 80 bucks
Bruce Wayne In the cave while hunched over tables that’s draped in blood
These bullets finna lay you on the pavement til they scrape you up
We don’t like yo tone on approach you’d better change it up
Faded fuck breaking stuff down in terms like layman does
Fakin you gon bang tha gun get hit up with serrated cuts
Watched my soul depart out my body forgot which way it was
This my thousandth trip to hell and back n you ain’t made it once
We are not impressed by your idiotic actions
Me n bro the same we having symbiotic lapses
The same jit from back when I was skipping all my classes
Blood flowing from my slit wrist to a crystal tinted chalice