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Invictus

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[Hook: Classic Cris and Deejay]

If it ain't about them Crackheads
We don't give a fuck about it nah
If it ain't about them Crackheads
We don't give a fuck about it nah
On the road to be invincible
Invictus, ain't defeat possible, yeah
On the road to be invincible
Invictus, ain't shit impossible, yeah

[Verse 1: Deejay]

Breathe, while I vent right quick
My only fear in life is that I probably get rich
Then spend it all on the spot for my moms
Take care of my sis, treat my girls like stars
Room full of hoes just me and my bros
Buddha G on the way so we bout to get throwed
Stunt, on all that bitches that dissed me
Fuck 'em good to the weekend and make 'em miss me
Head to the spot take my niggas out the bricks
Remember rolling round with a truck full of bricks
Eyes low, looking for the cops
Cuz we see the flashing lights ain't no way we finna stop
Told these hating niggas we was coming for the top
And on the way there aiming for you niggas tops
Honestly, this shit ain't easy
Spend hours on these rhymes, trying to appeal thee
Second sense of the audience they said they feel me
To think I let you down hurts, really kinda kills me
'Til the day I go all these mother fuckers kill me
Going hard like a juice box can't feel me
Like the streets want a nigga dead I'm on the block
Cuz a nigga got money heating up a pot
Real ass cars, that's on boss
Never drop a fucking bar if it ain't from heart
Long nights so we pop a couple pills
If real had a cost all you niggas getting billed
Blunts in the air for the ones who said I kill beats
On my third strike not running so don't kill me
God forbid it happen but I know you demons out for me
That's why I pray at night and every time before a nigga eat
Wrote this in ten you niggas gotta feel me
Laced it in fire Crack coming for your building

[Verse 2: Classic Cris]

I don't even know how to not kill it
Put my heart in every song I hope that you can feel it
Crack in the building
Still the illest in the city
Say alotta stupid sit but I ain't ever kidding
When I'm bragging bout my crew man we coming up
Never waste a minute even when we fucked up
I don't wanna sound stuck up but we the best
Fuck your dress code my bars are coming for your neck
You can't stop me I'm Fonzy on ex
A silent success haven't been discovered yet
This is, passion, speaking we got it next
Bump it, through your, speakers you know we next
Raised humble never overconfident
But classic invictus can't put this king in check
Flashy ass business I'm over this rap
An artist of bars put a frame on my tracks
Give my all so I ball and they'll be on my balls
This music is stress but the streets out control
They use you consume you 'til your heart is lost
Rather go insane from chasing it all
You could never understand this feeling that I get
When I rip shit with my clique, so sick,
Hot fire roasted, posted
Next to the ocean, looking soulless
What you don't know is
I'm thinking bout a couple ways to put my crew on,
Get my stu on, get a fucking move on
We ain't got time for whatever you on
Relax, no fuck that man I'm too gone
Going off, too determined to fold
Showing off, so determined to blow up
Ya know what I don't even smoke but roll up
Classic, invincible, check the toes bruh

[Hook: Classic Cris and Deejay]

If it ain't about them Crackheads
We don't give a fuck about it nah
If it ain't about them Crackheads
We don't give a fuck about it nah
On the road to be invincible
Invictus, ain't defeat possible, yeah
On the road to be invincible
Invictus, ain't shit impossible, yeah

[Verse 3: Deejay and Classic Cris]

Scream Deejay you can call me Deejay
Crackhouse through your speakers put that shit on replay
Beasting these beats another ether for Pete's sake
Reason they're heating their pieces like D day
Fools play, all my niggas get paid
Pussy magnet, all my niggas get laid
Ron Jeremy dick, money Bill Gates
All over the track pass the mic rap relay
For Pete's sake never meant to bust in your face
Chucks laced like I'm getting ready for a race
Got the torch, holding on to first place
After that eating rappers without even sayin' grace
Get ate, shit you out no trace
I'm cool, motha fuck what you think
Don't you feel defeated, last in the paper chase?
I'm your worst enemy fat bitch stair case
Packin heat, bars in the suitcase
Take yo bitch, play the bitch call it 2k
That's too great, I'm Tupac in new days
Fuck what your crew say, you're Perez, you're too gay
Killing everything Classic Cris Dorner
Rap game fucked up we here to reforge it
Burn down everything cleanse and restore it
The Crackhouse movement, it'll be historic

credits

from Hip Hop Sweat Shop, track released July 21, 2013

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