BIT by Mistah Crisp Lyrics
Mistah Crisp
[Verse 1]
Pull up and slide
Take your snide in stride
Trend mind you going to ascend
Ain't blind you should know a good grind
A set design to contend
Stand here represent
Cop up another brand
Rang up the ice
Let a little sacrifice
Damn we know the price
Get some value
Something along the way wouldn’t go bad too
Hopped up like I done flew
Revival in the test
If pressed it's to rival my arrival
Shouldn't trifle my relief to be glad of survival
Count the score
Live man die by the sword
Nothing better than to have swam for the shore
Bitch you wanna war?
Bet you wanna soar
Through the forge
I come out a another new form
Damn is this a new norm?
To this touch I’m still warm, still warm
[Bridge]
Hit up the place
Blaze up an eighth
Swap to the 12 gauge, don't got time to waste
It's just slime, pulling stunts way too much haste
Young son pulling up with a pump
He just high strung when it comes to the punch
But he got a bunch to put him towards his hunch
I wouldn't call him a dunce got proof in his sum
So we come to a truce with me to soothe the truth
Open wounds don't gotta choose
Gotta cop some these fumes
Fore spiking a chord in the booth
Slamming the boards
Mourn the landing
New strand just mean another band
I need another round
Maybe just another damn pound
[Verse 2]
Gonna cook it up for the safe
How I broken out of my cage?
Damn we in it to chase
This shit comes out leaving flames
We making plays, sharpening the blades
Opening up punch out with a rage
Spitting bars like I'm lobbing grenades
Sparks lighting up my fire from ranged
What it is what it be what it do when you playing the game
Pursue what you want but only leave when you slain
Don't flaunt when you pulling up in my lane
You really can try to shorten my reign
Won't say it in vain when I reply
Got too much in my rhyme supplies
Just start rolling the dice, try it up for size
Rollin up smelling like pines
What’s a prime? Call it the climb
Damn we writing off the lines
Feeling too fucking alive
Damn we copping a guise
Making this shit in strides
Hear the heat, let it burn
The ear’s feast, vision too blurred is what I heard, word
Free from the curse
I'm the early bird to another sturdy worm
Watch them inverse disperse shit’s absurd
We on the verge of the verse, just another adlib or verb
So we showing them the whole works
All the rap birth, if that's what you always preferred
Brandish it no glaze when I'm pulling up on a stage
Got an advantage cause you only seen my first phase
Doing huge damage from my vantage point
Been waiting for the rap god's appoint
While the rest of the game been getting rusty at the joints
Sitting here like it’s been too long with this same aim to disappoint
[Verse 1]
Pull up and slide
Take your snide in stride
Trend mind you going to ascend
Ain't blind you should know a good grind
A set design to contend
Stand here represent
Cop up another brand
Rang up the ice
Let a little sacrifice
Damn we know the price
Get some value
Something along the way wouldn’t go bad too
Hopped up like I done flew
Revival in the test
If pressed it's to rival my arrival
Shouldn't trifle my relief to be glad of survival
Count the score
Live man die by the sword
Nothing better than to have swam for the shore
Bitch you wanna war?
Bet you wanna soar
Through the forge
I come out a another new form
Damn is this a new norm?
To this touch I’m still warm, still warm
[Bridge]
Hit up the place
Blaze up an eighth
Swap to the 12 gauge, don't got time to waste
It's just slime, pulling stunts way too much haste
Young son pulling up with a pump
He just high strung when it comes to the punch
But he got a bunch to put him towards his hunch
I wouldn't call him a dunce got proof in his sum
So we come to a truce with me to soothe the truth
Open wounds don't gotta choose
Gotta cop some these fumes
Fore spiking a chord in the booth
Slamming the boards
Mourn the landing
New strand just mean another band
I need another round
Maybe just another damn pound
[Verse 2]
Gonna cook it up for the safe
How I broken out of my cage?
Damn we in it to chase
This shit comes out leaving flames
We making plays, sharpening the blades
Opening up punch out with a rage
Spitting bars like I'm lobbing grenades
Sparks lighting up my fire from ranged
What it is what it be what it do when you playing the game
Pursue what you want but only leave when you slain
Don't flaunt when you pulling up in my lane
You really can try to shorten my reign
Won't say it in vain when I reply
Got too much in my rhyme supplies
Just start rolling the dice, try it up for size
Rollin up smelling like pines
What’s a prime? Call it the climb
Damn we writing off the lines
Feeling too fucking alive
Damn we copping a guise
Making this shit in strides
Hear the heat, let it burn
The ear’s feast, vision too blurred is what I heard, word
Free from the curse
I'm the early bird to another sturdy worm
Watch them inverse disperse shit’s absurd
We on the verge of the verse, just another adlib or verb
So we showing them the whole works
All the rap birth, if that's what you always preferred
Brandish it no glaze when I'm pulling up on a stage
Got an advantage cause you only seen my first phase
Doing huge damage from my vantage point
Been waiting for the rap god's appoint
While the rest of the game been getting rusty at the joints
Sitting here like it’s been too long with this same aim to disappoint