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The old crystal cript, dead and bare trees line the path of bones. Doorways and windows glow red And expelling Blue fire. Dreams run. Demons escape and joins the mortals.

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC

s_Willow

Crystal Cript

The old crystal cript, dead and bare trees line the path of bones. Doorways and windows glow red And expelling Blue fire. Dreams run. Demons escape and joins the mortals.

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Lord of the Rings, pinning Kingpins then Kinging-kings, Mexi-can and some can't you stand a slump chance peripheral vision, no glance B-boy stance, more ***** than lance I'll battle your whole camp, blowing your speakers, Amp'd revamped, and clamp't now i'm stepping over you tramps, those silly rants, got you stamp'd for getting carried away- u can't see my BARS- this ain't Saint Patrick's day. ever since i started rapping this way, ya'll flows start'n to look like paper mache I made so much REAL, paper today, but these Cheeseheads playing keep away, holding this Green Bay Packer at Bay, they ******* up the play, like a rain delay, feeling like putting the refs, to rest, for the rest of the day.Either way, my pocket's Fannie May, and the Lambo feel Cray, so like Sandro, they go pay, top dollar, no topay. I treat BARS and money the same way- up-up and away- so quick, you'd think I'm saving the day. But i'm no HERO, I dont swing that way. Villian on scene, looking for a fight. I Wonder Women- when they see, My D.C. then left Superman all ****** for acting tight. i guess that make me a Cript -tonight.

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC

Styles

Freestyle 103

Lord of the Rings, pinning Kingpins then Kinging-kings, Mexi-can and some can't you stand a slump chance peripheral vision, no glance B-boy stance, more ***** than lance I'll battle your whole camp, blowing your speakers, Amp'd revamped, and clamp't now i'm stepping over you tramps, those silly rants, got you stamp'd for getting carried away- u can't see my BARS- this ain't Saint Patrick's day. ever since i started rapping this way, ya'll flows start'n to look like paper mache I made so much REAL, paper today, but these Cheeseheads playing keep away, holding this Green Bay Packer at Bay, they ******* up the play, like a rain delay, feeling like putting the refs, to rest, for the rest of the day.Either way, my pocket's Fannie May, and the Lambo feel Cray, so like Sandro, they go pay, top dollar, no topay. I treat BARS and money the same way- up-up and away- so quick, you'd think I'm saving the day. But i'm no HERO, I dont swing that way. Villian on scene, looking for a fight. I Wonder Women- when they see, My D.C. then left Superman all ****** for acting tight. i guess that make me a Cript -tonight.

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The castle walls stand tall and still There's no way in There's no way through Kept the fall Too deep the cript Just till morning Don't Run to it Hold on just another night Just till morning Don't let it in

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Feb 8, 2022

Feb 8, 2022 at 6:09 PM UTC

helenehms

Castle walls

The castle walls stand tall and still There's no way in There's no way through Kept the fall Too deep the cript Just till morning Don't Run to it Hold on just another night Just till morning Don't let it in

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Thats your best guess?! Pain in my chest, god bless, Your messy head is geting stail, My coffin is glued with ceramic nails, Guessing mad, liquid melt, Goin' through the dress, stress, Touching, I Softly caress, Wind is falling of the sky high, You unravel like a blooming rose, ****** is your daily dose of hope, Drunk **** making lunch in a box, Blood bullets flying, cript stamp Your mama dying of lying, Similar to bus crash, Your mind bum-busts, Crack mesh, concuss' en, 'normious blunt run, Wall blam! Sham sham, Your are dead wrong & done.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC

Nikusha217

Still unknown

Thats your best guess?! Pain in my chest, god bless, Your messy head is geting stail, My coffin is glued with ceramic nails, Guessing mad, liquid melt, Goin' through the dress, stress, Touching, I Softly caress, Wind is falling of the sky high, You unravel like a blooming rose, ****** is your daily dose of hope, Drunk **** making lunch in a box, Blood bullets flying, cript stamp Your mama dying of lying, Similar to bus crash, Your mind bum-busts, Crack mesh, concuss' en, 'normious blunt run, Wall blam! Sham sham, Your are dead wrong & done.

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