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Kritical Hitz

MC Kritical
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They didn't believe When I started a dream 12 years old I was scribbling schemes Now I'm clocking Up one million streams They call my phone But I send to machine Fuck all that I'm out of reach Streetwise like Bru-C I'm mutated, Wolverine It's all gravy, poutine Too deep in this bitch Like a submarine Said I wouldn't last Now they blast my sound Labels down, tryna cash me out Back in the day They would laugh, but now It's MC Kritical Running the town This ain't overnight It's grind and pace Spent years in the dark Now I'm lightin' the place And the waves look calm When I'm ridin' the bass Setting the bar And I'm flying in space I ain't gotta flex no rentals When I step in the booth It's levels I'm real as fuck No fake, no stencils Salty pricks pretzels Still get love From the old school heads And I shut down sets Don't step to the best Said I'd flop? Must've bumped your head Now I walk in rooms And your face goes red Try blocking me? I went viral Got your back fucked up Spinal Fuel to the fire That's wavy, tidal Undeniable, should be my title Ugh, I'm a fighter Shooting shots like a sniper You don't wanna clash in a cypher Bars I spit make MC's retires Critical, going in for the kill Aim for your head Blood gets spilled You been in your bed I've been racking up mills I remind you lot What talent can build Doubted the kid But I rise from the block I got Spotify, radios Spinning my drops And the ones that hated Are suddenly shocked Like "How did he turn pain into a bop?" Never did for shit for a trend Just bars that come to my head More than a flex or a means to an end I know what I want so I'm gonna transcend They didn't wanna see me excel Thought I'd work in sheets or excel Now they Google my name what else MC Kritical simple to spell K to the R, I, T, I, C, A, L You don't wanna step into hell Cool with the fire, I handle it well They stream my shit I'm that sells Well, don't ask me where I been 2017, made the Youtube clean Came from fuck all now I follow my dreams Mic in my palm nothing in between Closed my eyes Said fuck it and beamed Camera's out And I've locked down scenes Stand around? You'll miss your beat I saw the top table and took my seat Won't act like I ain't seen lows But I flipped every L Into platinum flows Now I drop tracks And the timeline blows And the charts got my name With a golden glow whoah Bitch, I know Whoah