-Kryptik

Universal diversity, style n integrity/
Dynamite rhymes when the strike force detonates/
Verbally relegate, any enemies/
The renegade injects away his chemical dependency/
Verses of impenetrable verbal exoskeletons/
Embedded wi' malevolence n venom f' the Devil's skin/
Headless Seraphim fell wi' their feathered wings/
Severed, the machete hits, sendin' adrenaline/
To my cerebral receptors, the energy resonates/
Empathy's dead, just emptiness left/
A shell, irreparable cells/
Permanent, the deficit affects mental health/
Like a hemorrhage swellin', it's in internally/
Progressively spreadin' in many directions infectin' me/
Exponentially generatin' intensity/
Aggression level, perilous, endin' your life expectancy/

Warrior ft. Iguan (Cuts by DJ Wash) [Prod. Kryptik]

Dead Silence ft. Aslan

"A person can be tormented by more than one demon, in what we call, multiple demonic possession. These cases are extremely volatile and dangerous and they sometimes lead to transference. Which means the demon jumps from one person to another."

- Kryptik

There's a presence 'n' an energy, certain to be the death of me,
a spectre from a spectrum where blood's shed in eternity.
I'm telling you, penning venom, petrol for the effigy,
I set ablaze a message to what's left of earth, the end of days,
The reckoning, beckoned by the serpents of the Nephalim,
they edge their way towards the horrors, etch their name across the coffin.
Songs of Horus call upon the dog, the watcher and 
the lord of all the corpses 'n' the locker of sarcophaguses.
Chopped to pieces, offered to appease the god Apophis,
summoning sorcery, Solomon saw the fall of Sodom 'n' Gomorrah. 
Haunted by the trauma, the torture, torment
involved in the slaughter hall of colossus you're feeling nauseous.
The cycloptic eye o'the storm, pryingly watches,
the apocalypse, drawn by the four horsemen. 
The lone swordsman, put you in post mortem,
blindfold, throwing the dice, running the gauntlet.

[Hook]

What's that I can feel lookin' over me?
What's that? Somethin' evil took a hold of me.
It's not me, it's the demons that's controlling me. 
Stealing my soul through my dreams, I can't go to sleep/ 
What's that I can feel lookin' over me?
What's that? Somethin' evil took a hold of me.
It's not me it's the demons that's controlling me.
Stealing my soul........stealing my soul........ 

- Aslan

Yo, the duppy try 'n' fuck wit' me,
Bloody corpses, it's ugly, from the dungeons they summon me.
A medium between the dead and living,
Tied down to the bed with priests performing an exorcism
Head spinning, death grinning, the devil minions,
Men sinning, sex, magic, possessed women.
Reptilian, shapeshifting, snakes slithering.
Hear them whispering, fork tongues of the the wicked jinn.
Kids hanging from the gallows, demons,
In black shrouds, it's so dark, over cast by shadow beings,
In the land of the crows, village of the dammed,
Devils created in the image of man.
Ayo we walking with the fallen,
They keep torturing us in our sleep creeping and calling.
Ayo we walking with the fallen,
They keep torturing us in our sleep creeping and calling.

[Hook]

What's that I can feel looking over me?
What's that? Something evil took a hold of me.
It's not me, it's the demons that's controlling me. 
Stealing my soul through my dreams, I can't go to sleep/ 
What's that I can feel lookin' over me?
What's that? Somethin' evil took a hold of me.
It's not me it's the demons that's controlling me.
Stealing my soul........stealing my soul........

Dead Silence ft. Aslan

Sonny Green & Kryptik - Kids

[Kryptik]
I'm anti-social, smashing your varifocals/
Battle the baddest man then shat on his grannies foredome/
Baritone, forever lower the level/
I'm provoking hell on earth as a spokesman for the dead/
Soldier from the depths of the regimental hospital/
I medicate myself wae epinephrine n some solpadol/
I'm off the wall, I'm often sprawled across the floor/
N I'm heavy slevering anythin' that's entering my thoughts/
So, think again while I drink a keg of strongbow/
Precipitately spittin' my verse forever on flow/
N y'all know it's the drink mixed wae the trips/
N it won't be too long till they're bringin' my dinners in drips/
Coz my liver's havin' a fit from excessive consumption/
12 year a slave, I've been chained to this drug binge/
Half of my life, just passin' the time/
It's Saturday night, c'mon cunt, pass me the wine/

[Hook]
We are the kids turned grown up, drink till we throw up/
N even then we keep on goin hardcore, so fuck?/
We got this hip-hop, rap shit, sown up/
Go right ahead n try your best, you know you're gettin' shown up/
Kids turned grown up, drink till we throw up/
N even then we keep on goin hardcore, so fuck?/
We got this hip-hop, rap shit, sown up/
Go right ahead n try your best, you know you're gettin' shown up/

[Sonny Green]
I work 6 days a week from 7 till 7/
So Saturday night I take my mind to the heavens/
Coz these patterns n times have got me tied to the weapon/
Of my mind n I get it, stay alive if you're present/
But the wines got me pleasant, if I'm hype, then I'm hype/
Sometimes I'm forgettin' that I just need a mic and I wipe out depression/
From the slime n the sweatin', I rhyme to the cretins who are high with the peasants/ 
coz they're like my bredrens, I'm in the highlands so I write with a Tennents/  
N attend to the lemons, I ascend in a session/
Come again, what ya reckon? I'll defend my venom/
My best friend'll tell 'em it's 11.11, my cerebellum, my melon develops mental adrenaline/
I'm mental developin' wi' men, man I'm menacin', offendin' ya regiment/
Amendin' ya measurement, pretend that you're relevant, you're not!/

[Hook]
We are the kids turned grown up, drink till we throw up/
N even then we keep on goin hardcore, so fuck?/
We got this hip-hop, rap shit, sown up/
Go right ahead n try your best, you know you're gettin' shown up/
Kids turned grown up, drink till we throw up/
N even then we keep on goin hardcore, so fuck?/
We got this hip-hop, rap shit, sown up/
Go right ahead n try your best, you know you're gettin' shown up/

Sonny Green & Kryptik - Kids

Roses N Daisies

Roses n Daisies (RADIO EDIT)

Roses n Daisies

Unplugged

Lane Switch

Sinner

Reload

Tokyo Drift

Price

Wait A Minute

Penny For My Thoughts

Tragedy (Bonus Track)

Roman Roads (Bonus Track)

Love Ballad [Prod. Tha Vilest]

A sad story about one of Glasgow's most infamous drunks,
Boaby Hit-the-Deck......................

"When I'm gone there'll be no one to change up this tune
When I'm gone there'll be no one to colour your mood
I'll be gone, the rising sun is gonna set on you
All these things are said n done, you never know where you might end up"

"You might end up end up messed up, drunk in the gutter
Boaby Hit-the-Deck wi' no wings to flutter
Thrown out his home, disowned by his mother
The lonesome rogue, with no body other
Than himself to blame, helpless case
Rejectin' shame he's wrecked again
Stench n stains, smell the stale sweat
Boaby Hit-the-Deck wi' no self respect
No friends are left at all for old Robert
The poor wee soul at the cold rock bottom
Wanderin' Sauchiehall Street for a shelter
Searchin' the bins, gettin' hit wi' pelters
Onto the next one, water off a duck's back
Dregs of the Buckfast glass, can I just ask?
Is this sad tramp's name really Boaby?
n I guess that's the moral of the story.......

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you never know (x 2)

Boaby Hit-the-Deck (x 20)

When I'm gone there'll be no one to change up this tune
All these things are said n done, you never know where you might end up

Boaby Hit-the-Deck (x 19)
You never know..................





Boaby Hit-the-Deck ft. Lu Angel [Prod. Deez Ill Beetz]

"Fuck writing rhymes, from now on, I write speeches"

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