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crypt (rap) – tales from the crypt (released) lyrics

[verse]
when i was twelve i got baptized
but i been runnin’ from heaven since (since, since)
half the time i wonder
does it even exist? (exist, exist)
i constantly cross the line between pleasure and sin (sin, sin)
i try but sometimes it seems that i just can’t repent (repent, repent)
i wonder if my grandma’s lookin down on me with a frown or a grin
or maybe, she’s just dirt in the ground and that’s how it ends
i was so strong in my beliefs as a kid, now it feels wrong though to believe in this
it’s been so long since jesus made me see he exists
why can’t he just sin one time?
one time, please just one lie that’s all i need and then
i’m confined and reformed
please just bend the rules this one time
i need more
i need to know that you are out there listenin’
and i need to know that there is somethin’ else
i need to know that there is more than glistenin’
i need to know that i’m not by myself
that’s what the world wants to hear me say
but i know that i’m saved by eternal grace
and the day that i get to the pearly gates
my grandma’s gonna meet me and say my name
the world’s gotten so backwards
everybody roots for you to fail
and god’s the last thing that matters
no wonder it’s a living h-ll! (what’s goin’ on?)
laying on this operating table
it’s impossible to save me and i’m probably fading into the dark
hated for the thoughts that i’m sayin’
i know my coffin is waitin’ and my haters are prayin’ i don’t see tomorrow
cause they know if i don’t make it that i’m not in their way
and they journey to the top would be easier to make
but, secretly they wanna peep into the operating procedure
just to see there is still a piece of my brain
and they can take it but wouldn’t know what to do with it
they’re not creative enough to make the music i did with
the same beats, same bars, same rhymes, same flows
i would k!ll mine but they f-ckin ruin the sh-t
and they’re to stubborn to admit that i’m influencin’ them
too busy judging me while i’m makin’ some moves in this b-tch
because i’m careful of who i choose to include in this crypt
i’d rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
so many haters are waiting in the emergency room
they wanna see their doctor come out and say i’m not pullin’ through
or i would through and the e.r. is crowded
there’s so much noise but there’s no d-mn talent
i rained out, reigned in on this steel table
the top of my head’s cut off there’s no fable
my toe tag’s got no name label
my cold raps were just so dang hateful
(woo!)
i think it’s kinda funny
all these motherf-ckers are waiting on me to die
but even if i die i’m always livin’ in your mind
my name’s crypt b-tch i been there this whole time
on the inside, when i’m writin’ my rhymes
b-tch it feels like, i can almost fly
but then i realize, no one likes anytime that i spit
but f-ck it i keep it real cause it feels right
when i write down all of my rhymes
no matter what i do somebody wanna cry
“you’re too offensive” “you’re non-inclusive”
but i study and practice how i write my music
stop tryin’ to change me to fit your vision
i won’t do it, i will just refuse it
if you don’t like it then don’t f-ckin’ listen
there’s plenty other people out there who do this!
don’t matter what i do, my sh-t is zig one is zag
everybody tells me i should try somethin’ different
but when i do they tell me they miss how i rap
b-tch i guessed 22 so tell me what’s the difference
if i do what you want then i won’t like it
if i do what i want then you won’t like it
if i do what they want then no one likes it
the only option is to just stay silent

- crypt rap lyrics

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