Crypt - Power Glove

I'm just tryna break bones in the pit Hard throwin' blows, put my rings through your lips Give my fist a little kiss Send you to the 666, and your body to the motherfuckin' crypt I'm just tryna break bones in the pit Hard throwin' blows, put my rings through your lips Give my fist a little kiss Send you to the 666, and your body to the motherfuckin' crypt Three bands on the wrist, five on the fit Only rock designer dead before dishonor lookin' like a lick I ain't give a shit, better come acquit You gon' have to kill me if you really want it I can go take any drugs hoping they take me above I know I'm testin' my luck, this life just ain't it was Slowly, I'm wasting away, don't know how long I can wait Starin' at the reaper wonderin' if today is the day I'm just tryna break bones in the pit Hard throwin' blows, put my rings through your lips Give my fist a little kiss Send you to the 666, and your body to the motherfuckin' crypt I'm just tryna break bones in the pit Hard throwin' blows, put my rings through your lips Give my fist a little kiss Send you to the 666, and your body to the motherfuckin' crypt Take your last breath Before I put your ass to rest I'ma spin your fucking neck Like the exorcist let me bless you, bitch Take your last breath (take your last breath) Before I put your ass to rest (before I put yo' ass to rest) I'ma spin your fucking neck (I'ma spin your fucking neck) Like the exorcist let me bless you, bitch I'm just tryna break bones in the pit Hard throwin' blows, put my rings through your lips Give my fist a little kiss Send you to the 666, and your body to the motherfuckin' crypt I'm just tryna break bones in the pit Hard throwin' blows, put my rings through your lips Give my fist a little kiss Send you to the 666, and your body to the motherfuckin' crypt

With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on Finna mask up, go duck dodger Face paint on like Heath, pardon my interruption Old soul, young bod, Benjamin button Hand me a wrap I can fill it with something Rock in my chair Imma be here a minute But smoking on something that make me feel lifted Hold up Only in the H will I pull up, wait Bad chick calling my phone up Wrong number hoe, I got some shit to do So I gotta go I'm in VA chilling with bro He got the smoke, got it for low I'm taking that shit and I'm flipping in higher You need some dick I'm the best supplier No Jim Carrey, ain't no Liar, Liar Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on Shits starting out to get oppressive I might have to check on the peasants Priest like a reverend But I talked to the rabbi to ease my depression See I seek out the ones who gonna help And you seek out the ones who gonna hide from the message See I don't play with the cards I was dealt I hop in the lab and then make a profession I treat the game like a double, I'm working from morning to close And throw out my rolls, and hop in the Rolls Double R baby, a rose from a rose My mom was a goddess, you know how that goes Aphrodite had the sun that arose God of fear that I properly chose So don't even come to me with all that bullshit you probably on Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on

All you have to do is Tryyyyyyyyy Tryyyyyyyyy Tryyyyyyyyy Try All you have to do is Tryyyyyyyyy

All you have to do is Tryyyyy Tryyyyy Tryyyyy Tryyyyy I been thinkin bout the future I been thinkin bout the future And where we gon be Took some time, but we finally doin this LP Took a long time Pretty sure cuz of my low self-esteem But before I testify My name is Sam Wise And my brother's name is Phil Sick Philz clarify Established in 96' and we ain't slowin down Even though Satan don't rest And try to make us drown I'm talkin no life savers But we got the ONE And He's already revealed that He's the one and only SON This is for the ones wit spirits of heaviness And the ones who wrestle daily with they flesh And I ain't tryin to get preachy I'm just tryina to increase ya If ya know ya got some art ya wanna put out Don't let the outside interference beat you down with the doubt Do it for your soul Do it for your mind And remember All you have do is Try