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Crown | Etched In Stone (feat. ILL Conscious, Mad Squablz, Chris Rivers & DV alias Khryst)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crown
Crown
Performer
Chris Rivers
Chris Rivers
Performer
Ill Conscious
Ill Conscious
Performer
Mad Squablz
Mad Squablz
Performer
D.V. alias Khryst
D.V. alias Khryst
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Mooney
Thomas Mooney
Composer
Kenneth Scranton
Kenneth Scranton
Songwriter
Lavar Clark
Lavar Clark
Songwriter
Christopher Lee Rios Jr
Christopher Lee Rios Jr
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah Ill Conscious Underground Crown Ayo Beneath The Underground You've been deprived see the signs of your body famishing Healing powers subscribed to the God inside of the Amethyst They still killing us primetime LIVE on the body cameras Kill-it and move-it aside this the mind of the polyamorous Highly flammable the toxicity ending the population They feeling inclined through the righteous lies of indoctrination Whenever I spit it's equivalent to a prison or cocking gauges Or vacant's with breathless tenants the stench of the rotten vapours You spit Millennial Raps, this Socio-Political wrath My niggaz is pealing it back until we feeling the cylinder crack Nigga the emperor's back These criminal acts, administer sinister acts Diminish the crabs We skipping Meridians all of you niggas is finishing last Spar and throw jabs, any collab preferences See the chink in your armour like ancient Moab settlers They don't play my shit so it's fuck your program editors New legends in town we clap and tote tag veterans WORD! Peep the mastery, shit I spit is nothing short of a masterpiece You after me I show you apathy you mad at least I have to feast Leave you is disbelief like a sad you'll see I inspire bunch of Stevie Wonders but you bound to see The rise of a killer, but by the time you find someone iller I'm somewhere in the clouds rhyming for Dilla The plot gets thicker, every rhyme I drop is a Thriller My verbal taunts will haunt your conscious I'm an ominous figure Look The fortune and famine Hit you with an assortment of ammo That'll rip through ya torso divorcing ya panel I don't write raps, these is eulogies that I jot And despite facts they still end up believing I'm not Hot as I claim, probably cause I ain't rocking no chain Or rhyming in vain, lying about violence tied to my name Niggaz ain't silent but the timing has changed I survive in the rain, you niggaz will probably get lost in the wave I woke up today Giving thanks for the morning Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze That wasn't made to be walked in! I woke up today Giving thanks for the morning Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze That wasn't made to be walked in! Aye Uhh I woke up like I hold the light this ain't no over night The system over cypher under, estimating how a soaker fight Control my life like poltergeist I went ghost like you see me in POWER Cowards don't know the price I'm maintaining the pricelessness When it all falls down I Stacey in you Dash Where the hyphen is Apply my wits, I tried to grip My grit through my enlightenment And flip the script while writing it Lesser Beings will do less than that I'm defined by my actions not your words of where I'm questioned at Bless the facts I bring power like Tesseracts I've seen towers and tethered that To my aim and the stress and that when overcame Gave my name and my fame in this game Where lames get questioned at My DC motor rip where I'm flexing at FACTS-FACTS Bout to hop in a Honda, popping ass' Uganda For the drama as I ponder defeat and say sorry As I keeping my honour as I monetise my armour Word to my mantra, word to my Momma Never been calmer, increasing the karma N**ga It's Rivers! Listen! If they come at you with hate, combat it with love I ain't holding no punches, I ain't holding no grudge I ain't holding no gun... without no gloves I am the plug run-off, bet you catch a slug I was in-love but I don't like that drug, I like my truth I don't like all that sucka shit and make groupies About to cop a mothership your Maybach is a hooptie Yeah Khryst on some other shit,fuck you gone do to me? Step wrong And i'll be singing at your eulogies Respect gone used to be friends now we're enemies Used to get money now you out here sniffing C That ain't my style or my pedigree, let it be And with the ashes I'm done from my blunt This ain't what you want, but I'll give you what you need 1 night in Hell cause Heaven need a key 1 night in Hell cause Heaven need a key! I woke up today Giving thanks for the morning Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze That wasn't made to be walked in! I woke up today Giving thanks for the morning Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze That wasn't made to be walked in! I woke up today Giving thanks for the morning Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze That wasn't made to be walked in
Writer(s): Christopher Lee Rios Jr, Kenneth Scranton, Lavar Clark, Thomas Mooney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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