Crypt - Who you know lyrics

Who you knooow rappin’ about the s**t 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 knooow turnin’ down a couple-hundred grand From a company that wanted to control your whole brand? With a five-year deal, everybody’s soundin’ dumb But I’m in year one, already matched their hand Who you knooow rappin’ that is their own boss? Who you knooow who’s pad and the pen is so raw? Who you knooow collabin’ with their idol (Aah!) That they got a couple canvases of hangin’ on their studio wall? B***h, 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 [Chorus] Who you knooow rap like me? Who you knooow spaz on the beat? Who you knooow smash every track that he raps on? That’s a guarantee? B***h, me! Me! Who you knooow pack that heat? Who you knooow stack that cheese? Who you knooow have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! B***h, me! Me Who you knooow rap like me? Who you knooow spaz on the beat? Who you knooow smash every track that he raps on? That’s a guarantee? B***h, me! Me! Who you knooow pack that heat? Who you knooow stack that cheese? Who you knooow have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! B***h, me! Me [Verse 2] Name another rapper that can do what I do Sing his fu*kin’ heart out while playin’ guitar too And drop bars harder that guarding Abdul-Jabbar And carve through flows like a harpoon (*gasp*) I’m sick wit’ it, this s**t 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, b***h, 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 b***h 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 [Chorus] Who you knooow rap like me? Who you knooow spaz on the beat? Who you knooow smash every track that he raps on? That’s a guarantee? B***h, me! Me! Who you knooow pack that heat? Who you knooow stack that cheese? Who you knooow have no beef with the C-R-Y-P-T? Me! B***h, me! Me Who you knooow rap like me? Who you knooow spaz on the beat? Who you knooow smash every track that he raps on? That’s a guarantee? B***h, me! Me! Who you knooow pack that heat? Who you knooow stack that cheese? Who you knooow have no beef with the CRYPT? Me! B***h, me! Meee