[Verse 1] Crypt the Ah, yeah, ES Celph up Ah I swear, this is my testimony I'mma keep it one hundred the rest are phony I'm wilding out like suicide is my I ain't trying to be by the system You should heed, I advise you to listen Watch me knees, I'm surprising my victims The question remains who am I when I'm me the MC, I ain't no new edition My mind's a coliseum, I diamonds that glisten The is my journal where these lines will get written Been through the garden, ate the fruit that's So back the up when I'm removing my fitted You could never walk in these you don't fit in Y'all all say you're hot but that is just your can all die in the spot that you sit in AOTP, the has risen
All we do is pray! till the game back That's why we sitting here spitting flame on track So what you say? don't at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the
All we do is pray! till the game come That's why we sitting building spitting flame on track So what you don't matter at all So we gonna sit here and till God answer the call
[Verse 2]
It's such a pity, nothing pretty, lyrics bury cats Under one hundred and tons of scum in the city You say you're popping bottles and stunting like But your be flatter than a model's stomach or titties Why you fronting like rugged and gritty? Why I spit it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than and Pac? I'm from that late 90's era where that wasn't jig enough But Gucci and and Prada shit wasn't big enough I would it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo bring up the rear like a J-Lo convo No, don't want no beef, they all want their teeth I may go bronco so lay low pronto, albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career They all bang, battle out, do more than end whole career So severe, I beat you with a chair, listen AOTP's what the missing
All we do is pray! till the game back That's why we here building spitting flame on track So what you say? matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait God answer the call
All we do is pray! the game come back That's why we sitting here building flame on track So you say? don't matter at all So we sit here and wait till God answer the call [Verse 3] Titled
yeah, paper money? No I wanna see that iron buck (buck) They be robbing hoods so I keep that tucked (brrat) Try to these props taken from me You end up red and blue like a cop on their monthly Dumping student in front of the student body, air em out Beacon on my radar telling me where's your (where?) Magazine drums your head bobbing Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a (oh) Shoot the uz through your house in (ooch oww) Throw a pineapple at you (luau) Am I Oh yeah, best believe it Rap supervisor pop up on lawns with firearms, true We'll be rocking an upside-down And it be a whack fashion trend either More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, balcony dangling (nope) My monsoon is Tom Valkyrie famous
All we do is pray! till the come back That's why we sitting here building spitting on track So what you say? matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God the call
All we do is pray! till the come back That's why we sitting building spitting flame on track So what you say? don't at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God the call Take Crypt, ES & over