MURDERED OUT (PROD. CRYPTIC MACK)

CRYPTIC MACK X MISTA ALIZE - REIGN IN BLOOD

HIGHWAY HIGHJACK - CRYPTIC MACK X MISTA ALIZE

MIDNITE CLUB - MISTA ALIZE X CRYPTIC MACK

CRYPTIC MACK - Intro.Cryptic Shyt

CRYPTIC MACK - Honest Crooks

CRYPTIC MACK - Let The Sin Begin

CRYPTIC MACK - GET YO WIG SPLIT

CRYPTIC MACK - STEEL 2 THA TEETH

junt i decided to spit on. 

Anotha day
Sit and wait
Hit a lick
Give or take
Run it up
Betta duck
Hit a junt
I hit the weights
Don’t give a fuck what you think
rather smoke a blunt and drink
away the sorrow and the pain
serrated is the fuckin blade
feelin like I’m on the brink of disorder disarray
day by day gone in a blink of an eye
it makes me think that if I
want it gotta get it so
stay out my fucking way.
Listen up mothafucka
I’ve been summoned here to slay
reppin Triple 6 
bitch ‘til I’m layin in a grave
Slummin’ from the 909
where the demons kept me sane
mothafuckas wanna test
ten toes, point blank 
ana on my fuckin chest 
’96 with the tank
I Put a hole up in yo brain
cuz the demons takin ova me 
Kill a bitch mentality
Put ya face up on a tee

CRYPTIC MACK - BETTA DUCK

CRYPTIC MACK - DIVIDE &  CONQUER (INTRO)

At the calling of the crow
Grab the blade it’s time to go
Put ya body in a hole
Feel the hatred as it grows
Into the night
We creep and crawl
‘til we hear a body fall
Castin judgement to the river
Break a bitch n kill em all
bust a mothafuckas lip
If I hear ‘em talkin shit
Demons in my fuckin’ soul
Now I gotta pop a bitch 
Manipulate
The lies that conjure in this 
World only exist to terrorize
The devil whispers in my ear
To never fear
We runnin wild
Can’t you see
Everybody fuckin’ bleeds
Manic pressure in the mental
Leave the masses hangin’ high
Don’t fuck with me, bitch
I left the body leakin in the gutta
Head split
Blood is drippin out his eyes
No need to see what happens next
devil shyt, eternal bump
Don’t care what happens to the rest
No remorse for what I’ve done
I’m talkin’ homicidal
Threats will disappear
So say goodbye
To the life you knew before
Know the phonk will never die
It feeds the demons n my soul

CRYPTIC MACK - EVERYBODY BLEEDS

I got the Death Metal bumpin
Thru the grave yard, stuntin  
On you muthafuckas
Lurkin in da crypt 
I See you buggin
Sit and wait
smokin wit my fuckin homies
Neva frontin
Killa shyt
I might have to kill a bitch
Conduct a séance in da mist
Im throwin bodies in the pit
raising hell up out the grave
Sacrificing to tha six
I let the demons out to play
Fuck a fake bitch 
runnin outta luck
Test my muthafuckin patience
When I’m steady runnin’ amok
Gotta Kill a sucka fo’
Runnin’ up his fuckin’ mouth
Busta talk a big game
Let me show em what im ‘bout
When I pull up to the show
We duke it out
It’s toe to toe
beat ya down
bite the curb
Identity they’ll neva know
I spark a blunt
Start a flame
Set the body to ablaze
Cold-blooded
Since the day
I was summoned
From the grave
I Hate this muthafuckin game
Neva fuckin wit you lames
Wrap you in some cellophane 
Cryptic Mack be the name, bitch

CRYPTIC MACK - BITE THE CURB

CRYPTIC MACK - WEAPON SELECT

shoutout tha homie TwoTimes holdin it down fo tha real hittaz

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TwoTimes X Cryptic Mack - Grave (prod. C. Mack)

Produced by the Junt Gawd aka @jaembeatz918  show sum love

1. BRING THA HURT
2. RIDIN' THRU THA SLUMS
3. PUNK ASS BITCHES

CrypticMack x JAEMBeatz - Ridin' Thru Tha Slums (FULL STREAM)

quick junt me n the homie @user-grim put togetha

BUMP THIS SHYT PLAYA

GRIM x CRYPTIC MACK - Kilos (Prod. by grim211)

CRYPTIC MACK
Manifest
Break a neck
From the bump my head is bangin
Take a step the fuck back
You know the rage is what im swangin
Fuck a fake
Can’t keep me guessin
Smoke the stress away
I’m faded off a 3 gram blunt
Now my mental is decayin
Ima killa
These bustas wanna burn me with a fade
Don’t give a fuck let’s git it buck
Im runnin the game so either way
You wanna step up to the Cryptic
you just signed yo life away
I cannot stand these stupid bitches
just anotha fuckin day
I’m contemplatin’ on a homicide
I Throw a jab and take what’s mine
Cryptic Mack is neva lackin
Pull up with tha .45
fuck with me, and I will fuck you up, foo
if im walkin quit yo talkin shyt
my trigga will be rockin’ shyt

MISTA ALIZE
Creepin in the fuckin dark
Placin the beam
on your heart
Its that skitzo
Creepin
Never sleepin
Here to reap your dreams
Life isnt not wat it seems
Living in a
Luicid dream
Control your fate
There's no escape
The system has no breaks
Take a trip inside your mind
Don't get caught up in the vines
The forest swallows everything 
the shadows
Take you in their vise
You cannot run
Your soul is doomed
Let this feelin all consume
You are one wit everything
Now beg to wake
As reality fuse
Wit the fiction in your mind
Terror lurks all thru the night
Let tha dusk to dawn
Be all in one
And you'll hope to die
Plant the seed
And the needs
for everything that you want
Everything that you once had
Will fade away in the sand
6 feet deep
As you sink
There is no after life
Cherish every moment while you're here
Because tonight's the night
That you see everything unfold right before your eyes
Life isn't what it seems 
but then again we are born to die

CRYPTIC MACK X MISTA ALIZE - ROCKIN' SHYT

STRAY AWAY FUCK THA PATH THAT I WAS TAUGHT A MOTHAFUCKA CHOSE THE HARD WAY SELLING OUT THA PARKING LOT I SEE THE FLAMES THE LIGHTS AND SIRENS HOW I HEAR THEM CALLING ME REFINED BY FLAMES I LEFT THA BODY BY THA MOTHAFUCKIN SEA FUCK A NAVIGATOR BITCH I AM MY OWN MORAL COMPASS I DIG A DITCH N HIT A LICK 2 MAINTAIN MENTAL LEVERAGE I BUST A LIP TO GET A GRIP N SPLIT YO HEAD WIDE FUCKIN OPEN LISTEN 2 WHAT YOU HAVE 2 SAY N I SAY FUCK IT REST IN PISS RIGHT NOW IM STEADY WITH MY AIM SCOPIN OUT A FUCKIN LAME IM BUMPIN HEAVY FUCKIN METAL WHEN IM SMOKIN ON SOME STRANGE AT THE DROP OF ROSE PETALS GETTIN READY FO YO FUNERAL IM DRESSED IN ALL BLACK WITH A HEARSE THAT IS SUITABLE I THINK IVE BOUT HAD IT WITH THESE BUSTAS TALKIN ALL THAT SHIT NO I DONT GOT THA TIME MANE THAT SHIT'S FO PUNK BITCHES WHEN IM GRIPPIN ON MY NINE BETTA STAY UP OUT MY WAY CRYPTIC MACK IS HERE TO SLAY N NOW YOU GONNA FUCKIN PAY IT'S JUST ANOTHA FUCKIN DAY

Cryptic Mack - Rose Petals (Prod. Cryptic Mack)

DEVIL SHYT, EVIL SPIT
SATAN'S IN THE FUCKIN CRYPT
SPARK A BLUNT N BREAK A BITCH
I'M SACRIFICIN ALL MY SINS
MY EYES ARE RED FROM ALL THE RAGE
SPILLIN BLOOD I LET IT DRIP
COME N TEST MY FUCKIN SHYT
DON'T EVA LET ME CATCH YOU SLIPPIN

NOW THESE BUSTAS WANNA DIE
PLAYA HATAZ WANNA TRY ME FUCK A FAKE N WHAT THEY REP I'LL PUT A HOLE RIGHT IN YO CHEST N PUT YO BODY IN A NET I'M PLACIN' ALL MY FUCKIN BETS IT'S AS REAL AS IT GETS 
MOST HATED BE THE FUCKIN SET

RAISING HELL 2 THA DEATH OF ME
RED DEAD SUFFERING
SUCKAS WANNA STEP 2 THEE
WATCH ME DESTROY AS I SEEK

KILL A FUCKIN WANNA BE

Cryptic Mack - Raise Hell (Prod. One S&F)

SEPERATE.PERPETRATE
MAKE A SUCKA ELEVATE
INSTIGATE.INFILTRATE
SAVE THE BAIT FO HEAVEN'S GATE
PENETRATE.PERMEATE
KILL A BUSTA ANYWAY
NEVA DO I HESITATE 2 PUT A FAKE UP IN A CRATE
INVALIDATE.DECIMATE
AS MY PUPILS DILATE
BEGIN 2 ASPHYXIATE
U WILL HYPERVENTILATE
MUTILATE.TERMINATE
FUCKIN' WITH A HEAVYWEIGHT
U WILL NOT GET AWAY
DISSIPATE.ABDICATE
FEEL THE HATE
AGGRAVATE
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE
THE CRYPTIC'S FUCKIN PISSED N ALL THESE STUPID MOTHAFUCKAS WANNA COME N TEST THA SHYT THAT IVE BEEN SPITTIN BITCH I HIT A FUCKIN LICK N YOUVE BEEN STEADY SUCKIN DICK U KNO ITS HARD OUT HERE FOR PIMPS THE BITCHES ALWAYS RUNNIN LIP N NOW I GOTTA BUST A CAP 2 GET THIS ANA OFF MY CHEST IM SWANGIN RAGE FROM EVERY ANGLE NOW IM AIMING EVERYWHERE NO ONE IS SAFE I BRING THE PAIN U KNO I COULD NOT GIVE A CARE THERE IS NO WAY U CAN PREPARE

Cryptic Mack - Aggravate (Prod. Cryptic Mack)

𝔐𝔬𝔰𝔱 ℌ𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰
1. 9SICC - HUMAN DECIMATION
2. CASK - CREATED2BEHATED (PROD. APOC KRYSIS)
3. LUNATIC - SO PISSED (PROD. MACSABRE)
4. DIRTY LOS - KICKIN' IT OLDSKOOL
5. IT'S JUST A LITTLE ANGEL DUST... - GUERO
6. LIVE FROM DA CATACOMBS (Prod. DVLVCRVZ X KVRNXGE)
7. REQUIEM - DVLVCRVZ
8. 211 TIME (PROD. GUERO)
9. LUNATIC X STYX - SURVIVE OR DIE (PROD. 9SICC)
10. STYX - INFINITE PAIN (PROD. 9SICC)
11. CASK - PLAYAMADE (PROD. JAEM BEATZ)
12. 9SICC - LUNATICS

@mosthatedcask
@cipher-588892597
@vincedude-1
@styx214
@dvlvcrvz
@bookuguero
@9sicc
@lunatic211

MOST HATED RECORDS PRESENTS: CHOPPED N' DROPPED (remixed by Cryptic Mack)

dig a ditch you stupid bitch
cut the lights to make a flick
ain't no animosity I bring the pain into the crypt
these mothafuckas actin cheap
no you can't afford the beef
why the fuck you buggin me
if you really sellin ki's then keep my name up out yo teeth
before I make you fuckin bleed
break the caps of both ya knees, crawlin is how you'll decease
I wanna hear you fuckin plead, bloody red is all I see
kill a busta mothafucka out of time
I'm out of reach
bitch it's any fuckin day just name the time and pick a place
you wanna die this ain't a race
you rushin to your fuckin grave
throwin hands I'll catch a case and leave you with a brand new face
no stoppin' me im with my goonies
only scopin' out the lames, ain't a mothafuckin game
you and I just ain't the same
like the falling of the rain you will bounce right off the pavement
left the body in the dirt, now your face is on a shirt
light a spliff and let it burn
these goofies never fuckin learn
the cryptic's never down to fall
spare your breath no one to call
my enemigas standin' tall, fuck that shit I'm down to brawl 
fuck a lame and fuck em all
put it down I'm takin off
I got the glock make it pop triple six what I rock
I think the demons got a hold and put my mental in a zone
where violence is the only way manic aggression I condone
the recognition of my evil ways will cause the sin to grow
I know the crows will feed on decomposing bitches in the cold

CRYPTIC MACK - OUT OF REACH

hell naw, let em fall
keep it g and break the law
mack is back, cryptic shyt attack
break a bitch jaw
in the flesh against em all
matter fact keep it raw
with my back against the wall
do me dirty, blackballed
red death, nightfall
I don't wanna phone call
it's a fuckin free for all
stupid bitch neanderthal
run it up you gettin smacked
caught you slippin' caught you lackin'
in the shadows all black
is my fuckin' protocol
talkin shyt you gettin racked
not a guess, it's a fact
got my nine on tap
one shot, click clack
two shots to ya back
three shots to ya dome
cracked ribs with a bat
homerun, no cap
killa c, killa mack
with the full metal jacket
kill a fuckin' wannabe
raisin' hell get to clappin'
only bitches wanna fret when I bet my fuckin ducats
on a mothafuckin' bitch made busta, get to duckin'

CRYPTIC MACK

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