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bri crisp & the sargent - crisp's dead lyrics

[intro: bri crisp]

crisp!

[hook 1: bri crisp]

miss me with that bullsh-t
i don’t f-ck with levers i like pulleys
(yeah!)
you ain’t gonna shoot me with that bullet
(nah!)s
the finger on the trigger owned by p-ssies
they pulling up say they got a full clip
my crib got that auto-turret
uh
miss me with that bullsh-t
crisp dies with honor
i’m a descendant of durin

[1st verse: the sargent]

it’s like that writing nice raps when i’m grippin’ the pen
mike ty’s jabs come right back and hit you again
can’t get up
you k.o.’d
i get high and lay low
f-ck pesos
don’t need ‘em
i spray flows
fire breathing…

[2nd verse: bri crisp]

like a flame throw
don’t lay low
i lay high
you see me?
you say hi
you f-ck with the youngins we bundle you up and be leaving your -ss by the lake side
smuggling sh-gs over state lines
do a line on a date no date line
spray on the beat and i k!ll it a.k.a. i take lives

[3rd verse: the sargent]

yeah the raps ill
i stack k!lls with every word i jot down
you not sick
you not trill
line rappers up and shoot ‘em all down
you ostrich
i’m the c-ckpit
spittin’ high up from the top now
the flyest when rhyming
the sargent get too hot now
f-ck a track up
best back up
or get smacked up
smoke mad blunts
i attract ‘em like a tractor
beaming from a black sun
don’t look at me like an eclipse
my flow gone bananas b-tch
bring the banners in
young handsome prince
the throne what i’m landing in

[4th verse: bri crisp]

landing in my throw-up like i’m donovan
not landon i’m a mcnabb i’m a lando played by donald i’m
mcdonald’s to your burger
king of all the earth in charge of clogging all the coffins
with bodies of unworthies both before and after all the floggings
stop it
k!ll ’em calmly
f-ck a tesla
cop the rocket
find the sargent get sh-t sparking
get the bars and get sh-t popping
take a couple b-tches out
oh they love it when the crisp around
t-ts is out i’m ripping loud
sick of how spliff is out
get the f-cking cameras out
i’m mixing panoramic sound
get the b-tches getting naked pulling all they panties down
i ask her if she got the std she don’t answer now
i’mma need some blood and urine before the cowgirl dance around

[5th verse: the sargent]

f-ck her cowgirl then reverse her
just to hit that -ss
i’d murder
i’d pull up on a bunch of babies and steal all they gerber
i spit sick
got rabies
ride the wave just like surfers
from the west coast got the best smoke whenever i burn herb
around the turn swerve

[hook 2: the sargent & (bri crisp)]

(crisp me with that bullsh-t.)
f-ck boys talkin’ same p-ssy’s ain’t doing sh-t
sargent too sick
scientists couldn’t cure it
took three tabs now i’m peaking
(i’m peaking.)
turn on a beat and i’m heatin’
(i’m heating.)
soon as my next track leaking
they geeking
what the f-ck he on?
what the f-ck he on?
don’t f-ck with the don
drop a bomb then i’m gone
peace
keep calm
(then we come right back.)

[bridge: bri crisp]

crisp’s dead
is you gonna do something?
sargent go!

[6th verse: the sargent & (bri crisp)]

red eyes red hair
red dot
next heir
venom
and i cannot stop with the chalk

(with the expo
i’m the next hope
dead woke said so p-ssing all these b-tches last name bledsoe.)

blood gone bleed through
blind to the bullsh-t
so i don’t see you
bri ‘boutta eat you

(i will defeat you
you don’t get a re-do
command z for the culture
can’t do what plan b do.)

bars gon reap you
pew
i delete you
they ain’t gon’ repeat you
only drop a heat tune

(couldn’t do what we do
wouldn’t want to be you
i am lord of all that’s crisp
watch who the f-ck you speak to.)

speak rude
i’ll slap you
i’ll pack you in a weak tomb
stay tuned
we’ll teach you how to preach cool
been at sh-t since preschool

(pichu
machu
you need food?
i gotchu
i rock tunes
you see this dude?
this sh-t come…
pre-approved
i’m finna see the moon
you spit your sh-t the audience gotta leave the freezing room
we the type that’s known to f-cking heat the booth
unbelievable
a g*nius breathing proof
kid got the magic like houdini do.)

the fire comin’ quick y’all gon’ see it soon

(always roll up in 2 like young jeter do.)

young f-ck up a track
f-ck up a feature too
i got
red eyes
red hair
red dot
next heir
venom
and i cannot stop with the chalk
make real moves
smoke big blunts
spit mad bars
known to k!ll dudes
then i
pop on the block
shots to your top
young god got the drop
popping off
mazel tov
f-ck with the boss
i am what you not
ill since i sp-wned
y’all just some p-wns
body in the pond
blunt a gun

(got a blunt
got a gun
now the crisp is on the run
and the crisp has got an awful lot of problems but what ain’t one is a sargent
got me poppin’ bars at oppositions when i cop the call regardless of the cops it’s not an option i ain’t stoppin’ changed the conley to a crisp and sh-t got harder in and out of cars and box ’em hot i represent apocalypse i’m everything you not i send you to a hospus offer what cannot be bought i pause and ask you what’s a dollar to a martyr?
crisp’s dead.)

[outro: the sargent]

crisp’s dead
i repeat
crisp is dead
sound the bells
tell everybody
send the horses
crisp is dead

- bri crisp the sargent lyrics

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