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