Текст песни Crimson Across It - Doseone

Crimson Across It

All these rappers man
Wanna be the boss.
It’s like watching a bunch of clerks fight over a better title
Title that I thought I wouldn’t get it, didn'tt want it
Crown that never fit it,
(?)pivit (?)
They got no self image
Quickly by my artistnes (/) (
Evry part of it
A quarte should be given to the weak with no drug, and shopping at any shit at
any low-key rap.
Get these youngins milk and cookies back
With wishful thinking hats
Don’t know how to ask
Probably the nicest thing i have to say about that
Capiktalist trahs, things they call music
And when i get my mom corrext proper thing s due respect (?)
My debt and dollars that’s it i want my chunks of twenties back
When I get my mom correct my proper dues and dues respect
My dad, step dad is steepping dollars I want my chunk of twenties back
Chorus? She she Alias, kill it back
Toungue-side smash my phome, wild grown (??)
Nice eating eat a nail eat a beet, beat beating, lost feeding, super sick
lettuce settle in it
Slice of heaven, I forged a throne and gave away
Or hide from a guy from a place, ROCK and no joy
FEar white noise and act by any rap boys that despote you that which don’t
doubt you do much will mostly likely ignote you
He''s the maze parfait hot ice cricle and i’m
And i’m slght confused
Should the man refuse, a man removes his shoes and thinks
«What do I really got to do? Why would I walk trough these coals when they’re
still HOT?»
I get loud in the city where they slit my throat
In the land of dope
Beat that ya po
BEat the rap you great where i go
Add it like a small man loves his things
One motherfucker for affordable rings
This bastard is who he is what it is who he sings
He lives for what he swings smoking penni (?)
Few tings sting, where my few friends at?
YOu can run from the back, you run ir from the past
You can from being a bitch but yu can’t from all that tx2