Cryptid
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
J-Doc
Everybody wanna do what I do, I do
Hit me on twitter like, "Yo, 'Doc, I like you"
This is the business, I'll guide you
Let's make a banger, forget when I sniped you
Lied to, I keep feelin' like I lied to
People when I said "I'd never say I criticized you"
Yo, where's the ticket to vibe to my tunes
Public will say it's overhyped too
Then the people say "its overpriced who
Makin money off my wallet, never buy two
Crippin' the scene, money's for fiends
'Pac would never screw me over like you"
It's not somethin I would try to do, tide pool
Sucking money down and labels say goodbye to
Fans who paid, and came to shows, and bought the shirts
And followed you, and worshipped you, and now you actin' vile too
And if you're mad, you can talk to me first
I'll take the beating, then I'll die and rebirth
And even if I know its gonna hurt
I'd rather me than someone without a shirt
Two guys, too bright
I'm a bisexual nightlight
Record on, say it like "night night"
I can divert the supply line
I'm the logic behind Bryson Hall
Call me the Rubiks DAW
I'm not a douche at all
Better believe I'll catch you if you fall
I'm like an eagle who caws
Predator, prey, I'll grab you with my claws
I'm like Cthulu's call,
Rap Lovecraft, I'm a cryptid y'all
(J-Doc)
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
I'm the one for certain
Please don't try to draw the curtain
I need to speak, it's urgent (Leif Erikson)
Hinga Dinga Durgen
And if I split the burden
Between you and me we're hurtin
Please continue surgin, J-Doc
Please just preach your sermon
Okay, I can preach it if I want to
Just wanna verify that i want to
I'm a see-saw ubuntu
One-two, criss-cross J-Rocky punch you
I'm a fatboy, I'll munch you
And your mom gives me looks get some too
Cinder block dead on contact
I see my words just got misconstrued
I just wanna be that guy to advise
Rappers on tracks, undercover disguise
I see 3s, wanna be like Mike
Like M-23 minus 10 get in line
All their songs tryna be like mine
Sayin no words, operatin' like a mime
Seperatin' heat from the cold, weatherman getting old
Waiting for the big forcast tonight
Time, it is 11 at night
Calling for winter advisory right
Ice in the veins, big fight, I'm the main got the diamonds and chains
And I'm feeling that might
Wind coming too, just might blow your mind
That temp under 2, real feel minus 9
Try to get the layers 'fore you ever try to fly
Don't wanna catch J-Doc's frostbite
H.P. Lovecraft, I'm the man
I'll offend your gran, 'cause I don't give a damn
But then I'll give her hugs and some bands
While I'm at it, here's a brand new Mulsanne
All my designer is free, ain't no paying, they just give it to me
I'm a human coinstar machine, I love money, I'm a cryptid fiend
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Can't see me motherfucker, I'm a Cryptid
Everyone knows that I'm Vintage
Whippin' and Trippin' with bitches
Paper chaser, call me scripted
Yo
Writer/s: Jack Caroselli
