paroles de chanson Who You Know? - Crypt

Who you know rappin' 'bout the shit that they think
When nobody else callin' all the shots that they make
I can drop a song tomorrow, and I wouldn't have to borrow
A permission slip like these other rappers you think are great
Who you know turnin' down a couple hundred grand
From a company that wanted to control your whole brand
With a five year deal, everybody said I'm dumb
But I'm in year one, already matched their hand
Who you know rappin' that is their own boss?
Who you know who's pad and their pen is so raw?
Who you know collabin' with their idol
That they got a couple canvases of them hangin' on the studio wall?

Bitch, me, I'm bad with it
Disprovin' what them critics had written
One minute I'm trash, the next minute, fabulous
I got them goin' back and forth
That they playin' a game some badminton, it's madness
My mind is elaborate, so many paths to pick
Traveling faster, end up where the casket is
Accidents happen whenever I rap
'Cause I'm packin' that heat, like the spice in the cabinet
I'm too dope, like dos hits of cocaine
Flows 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
I'm in the fast track, you're in the slow lane
Your rap career is like a basket of dirty jackets
Because you got no game

Who you know rap like me?
Who you know spaz on the beat?
Who you know smash every track that he raps on, that's a guarantee
Bitch, me, me
Who you know pack that heat?
Who you know stack that cheese?
Who you know have no beef with the C-Y-R-P-T
Me, bitch, me, me

Who you know rap like me?
Who you know spaz on the beat?
Who you know smash every track that he raps on, that's a guarantee
Bitch, me, me
Who you know pack that heat?
Who you know stack that cheese?
Who you know have no beef with the C-Y-R-P-T
Me, bitch, me, me

Name another rapper that can do what I do
Sing his fuckin' heart out, while playin' guitar too
And drop bars, harder than guarding Abdul-Jabbar
And carve through flows, like a harpoon
I'm sick with it, the shit I spit is ridiculous
'Cause I'm quick with it
Funny that everyone forgets that I'm equipped the gift
To spit venom, until they listen, and pick Crypt on they list
Bitch, I never quit winnin'
I can tell you a story, with a twist
Rap it really slow, or rap it really quick
Or rap on any beat, make it sound sick
Get so many clicks, soundin' like a metronome in this bitch
Like, tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tock
Time is up according to my wrist watch
I'm versatile, full of sauce like lasagna
You versatile, awful in every genre

Who you know rap like me?
Who you know spaz on the beat?
Who you know smash every track that he raps on, that's a guarantee
Bitch, me, me
Who you know pack that heat?
Who you know stack that cheese?
Who you know have no beef with the C-Y-R-P-T
Me, bitch, me, me

Who you know rap like me?
Who you know spaz on the beat?
Who you know smash every track that he raps on, that's a guarantee
Bitch, me, me
Who you know pack that heat?
Who you know stack that cheese?
Who you know have no beef with the C-Y-R-P-T
Me, bitch, me, me