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The World According To​.​.​.

by Cryptic One

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They're overzealous with what they tell us black Well fuck them and their aggressive crap See hip hop's been to hell and back Overrun by some bums and some underdevelopped rap Lets bring it back to when that running man was real And give a clap if you remember how Fonzie made Richard Cunningham feel Well fuck their happy days Fuck their appeal The protective outter shell has been ruptured and peeled The underlying gumptions revealed, when something is real You feel it in your skeletal frame, from your gums to your heels Envelops the brain, feel the hum of the steel The drum will leave you numb its sureal Come and get healed I promised myself not to rap about rap, but here we are Check where we at on some apps, we're near the stars Just another cat in this spat, reveal the claws Exposing all the facts and react, then clear the flaws I stay joyous but cautios Spend late nights alone in the office I hope you enjoy it, Flawless in Orbit Pay full attention you can afford it Cryptic One Atoms Fam Peace
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It keeps my mind at ease… but ill have you know its times like these i miss times like those but no not stuck living in my past hey days but travel there often for vacays so make way break away patterns rhymes on an incline say things that matter chatter walking on that thin line That rests between the rock and a hard place between failure to signal and car chase war pays a bit more than crime does blind justice no relation to that blind fuzz that turns traffic stops to tragic shots been aimed at too many times police been aquitted of too many crimes too many familys left with too many whys broken lives Justice is blind, id be surprised if she tried to ever open her eyes shove them scales where the sun don't quote unquote shine Fuck you and your okie doke eyes Bias grows as the soul is deprived Meanwhile Head of the beast quoting those rope a dope lies Half black lives matter yall cryptic one Shouts to my mutts Signing off Mazeltovwhatimsayinyall From the dreidel to the grave Verse of the week Peace
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Prune Juice 01:37
As for your lack of ambition wise words listen rather ask forgiveness than ask for permission These golden rules were meant to be broken These closed doors, meant to be pried open In the crows nest with a crow bar Hope to find the stash like Omar with sonar So far this shit is just as expected Stash house empty but the stash well protected Im stressed out You can tell by the size of my sighs The man that asks why stays wise No surprise in this recent turn of events We spend life trying to circumvent certain death Thats the whole kit, no caboodle Still a pupil Pursuit to use my noodle Has consumed all the rubles Not new to being frugal with cash The world is brutal but I choose to keep my scruples intact I dont seek your approval to rap Just like you dont seek my approval to be brutally wack Congrats you got us used to this crap I dont know what behooves you to drop doodoo like that Cryp will show you how to drop a proper deuce Threw two (tu) off roof now tell me who got the juice Prune episode 2 Three? Soon... Truth
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I caught a fish too small, threw it back Lost the girl let her slip through the cracks Media, they pick and choose facts But its alright No hot water or gas for a week straight Thats not a metaphor not up for debate Took cold showers til I couldnt see straight But its alright Mr. Trump's still leading these polls Dumb chumps still feeding these trolls Discriminating based off old foreign scrolls But its alright Another week another crazy fucker with a gun I never finished being angry about the other one Or the other one, or the other one Shits not right… or the other one Or the other one.. times running out with my patience Is life not sacred? Fuck you and your aimless monkey with a stick same shtick Cause Its not right… assholes Episode 3 We dont have to agree We dont have to be nice Just know in your heart and mind that I AM RIGHT Cryptic
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Fish Tank 01:58
Give a man a fish he can put it in fish tank Give that man an oyster and he expects a pearl Give a man a gun and he can rob a big bank But give that man a bank then he can rob the world Grumpy as fuck… old dude yelling at the sky like being old and wise was a curse Realize there aint an old man alive that wasn't a foolish little young one first People camouflage for protection and use deception to blend in in with the leaves When these deceivers are surrounded by leaf eaters them lies aint the best disguise to believe The media is now entertainment the quality news is found on comedy shows Dont taste the shit that they shovel in tow but its known most hold their nostrils and just guzzle it slow A liar is as a liar does and when push comes to shove The shover's holding all the cards Look him in the eye with a shrug lost the love lost the buzz Tattoo over the scars Give a man a fish he can put it in fish tank Give that man an oyster and he expects a pearl Give a man a gun and he can rob a big bank But give that man a bank then he can rob the world
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Yo remember them songs with dope raps I miss that and phones with no apps And now we got news with no facts And melting snow caps And a growing class gap You with me… then throw a slow clap i miss sampling without the blow back head nods and toe taps And rap with no trap celebs with no paps Im talking razzi, not smear you wont find no poppycock here no kale flavored lolly pops dear This shits gotta stop and its gotta stop here im not an asshole… its just how im drawn give me the finger if im wrong stomp on my grave when im gone but first get these kids the fuck of my lawn Get the fuck off my lawn x4 Yo remember when clubs were unsafe But great like finding drum breaks And when mixtapes were tapes And backs break carrying wax plates in crates You with me put your fist toward space Another old man, old bones, old aches Too proud to admit the mistakes But not too proud to yell at these kids and their ways Waste not want not when it comes to time You get one life, I'm loving mine But you trespass? It's a fucking crime And get your own lawn and stay off of mine im not an asshole… its just how im drawn give me the finger if im wrong stomp on my grave when im gone but first get these kids the fuck of my lawn Get the fuck off my lawn x4
7.
BP Oil Spill 02:15
To be or not to be Thats the buzz Anothing human being just being just because Bee left the hive Bereft of lies Belief in greed speak respect the prize Shit… who lives who dies in this B movie Directed by them boys in blue Yeah we sing the blues… but its white noise to you Be line to breath lies and destroy the truth Its like we choose to be slaves consume, obey, behave then be graved B___ lives matter realize the chatter believe the data when it supports their views one breath blame media, next cite the news to the powers that be its your fight to lose Well be strong be ready to the ignite the fuse And then be ready to run Because they're gunning for you He had no green peas in his pod Some Ps a few Qs no peace in the streets no peace on the news piece in his belt left a piece of himself in pieces no wealth so put peace on the shelf He grabbed his piece said his piece then he bounced a piece of what he preached was breached & renounced cant pick up the pieces he increased all his doubt So he grabbed the piece again and said peace and im out fam falls to pieces they scream and they shout disbelief in the scene that they seeing at his house fall to their knees screaming jesus they shout so we pour a little out peace out
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lets start the story, keep it simple even her kinfolk referred to her as a nympho but really she was just a simple bimbo that loved to get up under every pole & scream LIMBO she loved to sin though we aint discourage it this wench was hot, ya needed uh gloves and oven mitts Love? she struggled to discover it lets call her her Kim, psuedoname, wont reveal her government In a church she fucked a priest… What? In the precinct she fucked police… Say word? She had a life filled with random dudes and chronic porn Her golden halo held up by some demonic horns Yeah we all called her names We all partook in those games of shame We all partook until she broke No joke They found her dangling from a rope no note Lets start the story, yup another similar plot line but this time a brother everyone looked at him and saw a winner he got up under every kitty he could and screamed DINNER he loved them all skinny, tall and fat jack we didnt shame him, we just told him he was all that we gave him pats on the back for all them cat traps he told us stories, and we'd laugh like sitcom laugh tracks we found it great, and tried to follow in his footsteps around the way yeah you bet he had a good rep Even the chics flocked and loved to get their feathers ruffled Unemployed but always well dressed and never hustled he called Kim, them same names he took advantage of her pain & shame years later saw him alone, no joke panhandling on the corner beyond broke on dope so the morals of these stories… there are no morals in these stories just more L's Losers
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Mili Compili 01:54
Early to bed early to rise Lets expose the other worldly lies They're trading oil for some lives Fat cats hoarding the last of the curly fries Not one to believe in the consipracy theor' Just want to see the delivery clear The message still blury The messengar? No worries Although I think he should be living in fear We're programed not to take that messengers life Although that man is armed with some weapons to fight And even if disarmed hes got his lefts and his rights But congress wont do shit for the rest of its life Deadbeat forefathers Old white war mongers Spend our healthcare on more arms and armour Even our teeth come armed to the teeth The bite is bigger than the bark of the beast And my anger towards the system is just part of my grief Im not part of the "it aint what it used to be" fleet More like it aint what it should be a message of peace And no, no Im no pacifist Sometimes you find peace with a fist But more often than not you'll find that peace with a kiss So kumbay-fuckin-ya to these stupid little shits That kill thousands behind a desk with a flick of their wrists And yeah yeah Leaders gotta lead But leaders rarely have to bleed liters you see And until that risk is real They wont re-invent the wheel They'll just give that wheel a bigger gun and shield… thats real We have a disorder of hoarding these guns Ordering more without a source of the funds A classic case of "what the fuck is wrong with you son?" You keep doing what you do and we're done So dumb

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released September 13, 2016

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