[Intro: CaptainCrunch & (Craig Xen)]
Why, yes thi- yes, this is the underground
Yes, yes, we’ve got a level 5 threat, yes! (Yes, yes, yes!)
His name is Craig Xen (Code red! Code red!)
He goes by Craig Xen, but not a “Z”, the “Z” is an “X”
(We’ve got a code red threat!)
Yes, yes, this is a level 5 threat!
Yes, somebody stop him!

[Verse 1]
See these niggas in the game they don't like Xen
Hear my tape playing and they get fighting
They be like, man, who the fuck that there?
I'm these underground niggas' worst nightmare
On the top, from the bottom, ain't that a bitch?
Craig Xen independent, I don't need a clique
Pen penetrate the paper like I flip a bitch
I refuse to take orders from a mortal man, you feel me?
Fuck a collective, manic depressive
Crunch with the blasting
Tell you the truth you not toting the pistol
You choking yo spokens you choke a Heath Ledger
Kill 'em, kill 'em with the syllables, I'm
In the middle of the centerfold, I
Take your bitch, Imma break the bitch
Turn piece that shit into a pot of gold

[Hook: Craig Xen & CaptainCrunch]
Young Xen, young, young Xen
Nigga, don’t fuck with him
Oh no, lord, oh no no
It's best you don't fuck with him
Young Xen He's the son of a pimp
Nigga, don't fuck with him
Oh, oh my god
It's best we don't fuck with him

[Verse 2]
I'm the son of a pimp, lil' bitch boy
Yeah I'm T-Baby's seed outta 5th Ward
Fuck shit up, getting paid, what I'm made for
See you paying for that pussy that I flipped, boy
You a rookie in the game, I'm a vet, dawg
Got stripes, got stars, got scars, ahh
I'm a war torn, warlord, black heart
All black, I'll still outshine y'all
Got your bitch on my line, I'ma phone her
Talking about the line up at the Motel 6
Sucking on the stick of a limp dick trick
I'ma send her back when I get finished
Number phone though
Talk about the line up at the Motel 6
Suckin' on the stick of a limp dick trick
Imma send her back when I get my bank roll, bitch

[Hook: Craig Xen & CaptainCrunch]
Young Xen, young, young Xen
He's the son of a pimp
Oh no, oh, oh, lord
It's best don't fuck with him
Young Craig motherfucking Xen
He’s the son of a pimp
Oh no, lesson learned
It's best you don't fuck with him

[Verse 3]
Lil' Xen don't indulge in the hoe shit
Horrorcore, underground overlord bitch
Nigga book me for a show, and a tour quick
Come through, shed blood in the mosh pit
See this hardcore shit, I wasn't born with
All this shit I done seen, I grew quick
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, make a bitch limp
Now they let me off the leash, I erupted
Crush shit
Fuck shit up in the function
Buck shit boy, “knuck if you buck” shit
Hit a nigga hard enough he do a front flip
Then I stomp the motherfucker til' his skull split
And I leave the remains for my young pits
And they feast on the brains and intestines
Sit back and I laugh on the flesh rip
Think twice before you test Craig Xen, bitch, nigga

[Outro: Captain Crunch & Craig Xen]
Oh god, I don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna do. (Fuck, William!)
Everyday, it’s just like day after day, he continues to drop songs!
Yes, it’s in the thousands now!
Yes! He… Everyday, he’s dropping new songs every week, and…
Consistently, they’re just heatwaves! We can’t fucking stop him!
It’s just a matter of time before he surfaces! We’re fucked, William!

5 ★ THREAT

SALAD [2]

Verse 1
Step into the backroom, smoke in the air,
Gold watch ticking on the boss’s chair.
Silk tie, cold eyes, no mercy to spare—
If you talk too loud, you might disappear.

Bootleg liquor in a battered case,
Cops on payroll, never leave a trace.
We deal in whispers, power, and pace—
Every handshake’s just a high-stakes race.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Verse 2
Black car parked with the engine low,
Tommy gun humming like a radio.
Money in the walls, but nobody knows—
We bury our sins where the river flows.

Champagne dreams with a razor grin,
Card game crooked but I still cash in.
In a world full of saints, I was born to sin—
Got blood on my shoes and a tailored pin.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Bridge (spoken/rap)
No halo in this city made of bourbon and chrome,
Just kings with pistols guarding paper and thrones.
Say my name in the wrong place—never get home.
We built an empire outta smoke and bone.

Final Hook
We run this town, shadows sharp as knives,
Playing God with the gangland lives.
If the door taps twice, better cut those ties—
That’s the sound of power in a world of lies.

The Wicked Blinders

DEATH TO HE WHO CROSS ME [PROD. LANDFILL]

CRAIG XEN - 7 ELEVEN GOT SHITTY IPHONE CHARGERS FREESTYLE

CRAIG XEN - TURQUOISE SPIRIT

CRAIG XEN - HOLOCAUST FREESTYLE

Craig Xen – Maxim

CRAIG XEN - UMM YEA

Craig Xen – Shenron S Seed (Prod. Prohibeo)

i hope he uploads this back on this main cuz this shit was a fucking masterpiece shit was great u being too hard on yourself xen this was a solid ass project but i feel u there is always room to improve always

Craig Xen - Legitimate

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Craig Xen – Maxim

CRAIG XEN (DELETED SONGS 2)