[Verse 1: Blndsight}

I'm not gonna waste it

I thank you for not taking anything personal

First of all Crypt I got nothing but respect these pussy rappers

Trying get up in our heads

Yeah

Inviting them all in an then

RIP em to shreds

Make em regret ever picking up a fucking pen they gonna need DEPENDS

Shit up in there pants

Yeah

This is a cypher

We need a babysitter watch all these bitches in diapers

Stop all you mumble rappers

Cause We stitching there mouth first

Shut the fuck up cause we don't understand ya not a fucking thing you sound like lamb huh

Bahahaha

Yeah

Eat of the ground while you think about that huh

Phoney picasso

Whoo

If your gonna rap fast

Take a class from crypt

Let me show what I mean

Hit the gas an whisk

I got some trash to pick

Gotta hazard bag

With a pack of zips

Crypt had your limbs Unattached we then stuck your heads on a stick and start smashing in

Smash em

Smashing them in

Smash em

Smashing them in

I'm legally blind with a Smidgen of vision I'm spitting in wishing my queen an my princess Believe in this mission to make in existence this dream I been missing i'm doing it moving

An nothing you can do to stop me improving i'm in the studio an grooving and poppin Pursuing the truth in the booth an i'm ruthless I'm hungry

You think that it's funny?

[Chorus]

RISE UP

RISE UP

[Verse 2: Crypt}

Sometimes God will put a Goliath in your life just to go and try to find the bigger David within you

To make you continue, all the evil's against you, but this ain't nothing you ain't ever been through (WOOOOH)

Now pick up the pencil and write some meaningful shit

And put a bullhorn to those who are pleading the fifth

When you talk about the best rappers to ever exist

Make sure you fuckin mention Blindsight and Crypt

My time is this, I'll rise to the tip of the highest mountain thats around and reply with this

"I'M THE SHIT"

"Spitting Heated Innovative Tricks"

Layin' sprays to this bitches with no aim assist

I'll make ya quit that lame shit you spit

And when ya hear Crypt, I'm gonna leave you saying this

"Ain't no fuckin way that I'm better than him

So shut the fuck up and never say it again

Lessons not learned in blood are soon forgotten

Bitches like you deserve to be at the bottom

In a coffin, everybody calling you a novice sayin' you outta be gone

And Imma be honest bitch imma honor 'em

Imma send you down to your lowest point, back where I use to reside in

Give you a pen and pad to see if you can rise up to the place that I did

Rise up

Till your demons can't see you

Until the wrath of the devil is out of reach too

Until you pass a new level that you've never been to

Until you crack a new vessel that you are keen to

Rise up from the ashes

Make waves with your passion

Don't wait till it passes

Turn haters to believers with every single fuckin breathe that you rap with

[Outro: Blindshight]

Crypt equipt with that speed to rap

You gone need to fasten your seat belt

Just out the passenger window to see hell

Let me give you the details

The reaper is me

I'm taking his soul and i'm eating it whole and then rolling your body into a deep hole

An your decomposeing to the bone

This is all I know

Come get me if you think you got that fight in ya?

Yeah

Come get me if you think you got that fight in ya?

Yeah

Come get me if you think you got that fight in ya?

Yeah

Come get me if you think you got that fight in ya?