Il testo della Crunch

Moka only
I'm the durable mammal, moka only the complete abnormality
Fatality maker, don't you sleep
Why? it's detrimental that you set your mental clock right
So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right
The top tight, my mics made of alabaster
Castin' shadows the size of mount shasta beadore i smash ya
I promise to be the bombest, i gotta say that
You wanna die? well you can be accommodated
To be honest, you soft like hummus
To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust
I'll ?? ?? that ass with no exception
Been ill since my conception, i came for the collection
Same ol' casj respectin' bitchs i can't front yo
Bizzy d went back to the hotel an' spelled his name in dough
I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done
I like necks, i think i'm bout to sevre one

Prevail
I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in
There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin
See if i don't re-animate the meat grinders grain
In the 8 wing where grey veins protrude from my grey rings
My collection of strange things include:
A barreling delivery like a winchester and a pool full of crude

Oil in my turmoil ridden block of ill rhythm
Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division
See i'm not stuck in a strucked out function
I adapt to the place i hear the bass bumpin'
Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of a vetran
Keep a bag of buc fifties in my cabinet of medicine

Mad child
Make sure the door's locked and your deadbolt's fastened
Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion
Acid falshbacks get hacked up into fractions
Sergeant's road kill, still missing in action
An unafferctionate date, i'm section eight
Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay
Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about?
Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest of doubt, til i'm out
In the wide open plains, hopin' to maintain
The same yeild, but the field's littered with corpses
Death is my departure, til then i'm explosive
An overdose of death, spare me no thrill
I'm rare, bare me no ill will, i'm there
The last man standing, never call a truce
Apologize? nah, strength needs no excuse