Necessary Evil

by KRYPTIK

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released July 25, 2015

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Recorded, mixed and mastered by Kryptik 2015.
All songs written by Kryptik. Artwork by Kebo.
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Track Name: 01 - Fight Club [Prod. Tha Vilest]
[Verse 1]

It's a knock out, bars slammin' like lockdown/
Compound, you are now involved wi' the wrong crowd/
Do you really wanna walk across the war ground?/
Frost bound battle zone, particle fallout/
Hear the apocalyptic horn sound/
Storm clouds circle the sky, you're wi' the Gods now/
Feel your jaw bounce, caused by the strong clout/
Brought down, even the referees have lost count/
Call me Morpheus, constantly stop rounds/
Body bagged, toss in the rag, you're all soft clowns/
I am many pennies wiser, should opt out/
Baws n your confidence drop to nought but all doubt/
Spittin small talk, this is tall shout/
Yob, lout, whatever you want f'the horse mouth/
You'll all drown in the reservoir dog house/
Blunt force trauma, when I whip the cosh out/

[Hook]

Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/
Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/
No backin' down, better go back around/
This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/
X 2

[Verse 2]

Packin' the punch lines, standin' the front line/
I turn mics to food for fuckin' dust mites/
Crunch time, it's a must that I bust rhymes/
Rough styles overflow like a burst pipe/
Luck's blind wi' hate at first sight/
So my third eye's open, focussed full-time/
Spoke in tongues while the Roman church chimed/
Had the Holy Ghost forced to bite the curb side/
Like a blunt slide, grindin' on an axis/
Never 50-50 when I take a chance it's/
Flip tricks, pivot to switchblade romantics/
You'll get fisted, kiss you with a malkie/
Daftie, Glasgow rap the hard way/
My tracks made to hi-jack your heart rate/
Palpitations, cardiac patients/
Laid to rest in intensive care basements/

[Hook]

Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/
Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/
No backin' down, better go back around/
This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/
X 2

[Verse 3]

Balancing fate, I'm the magistrate/
Hate to inform, but the odds stacked against/
Jags await, syringes, hazardous waste/
Contaminatin' your anatomy wi' varicose veins/
Manic insane, brain patterns rapidly change/
if you happen to rattle the the rap animal cage/
Battle'll wage, take a slap in the face/
retarded n gay, you can't hack, handle the pace, I'm swayin'/
Haymakers at heavyweight players/
Haters, fakers, get the fuck up out my face cunts/
Or wake up with a new pacemaker/
Chained to a defibrillator/
Call me the shockwave, droppin' raw flames like a flambé/
Molotov cocktail scorchin' your North Face/
Feel the South paw pound till your jaw breaks/
Raw pain stormin' the gate, nonchalantly/

[Hook]

Fuck this, fuck that n fuck you too/
Couldn't care less about your thoughts n views/
No backin' down, better go back around/
This is fight club, time for the toe-tag sound/
X 2
Track Name: 02 - Out In Tha Streetz [Prod. Tha Vilest]
[Verse 1]

Welcome to my death trap, where enemies get their necks snapped/
Heads bashed, feel the effects of my intense rap/
Immense tracks emerging f'the meth lab/
Decibels wrecking your health, you better head back/
Get mad, cause havoc on the set/
I'm a prodigy, a paragon, a paranormal spectre/
Aztec tomahawk, gonna get scalped/
Red spatter patterns of a Navajo flesh mask/
Respect? Ha! Nah! You gotta earn that/
You don't deserve credit droppin' bombs that never went aff/
You're dead last, you bent fags'll get slapped/
Wrestling your gender like Celebrity Deathmatch/
I'm steadfast, relentless when I pen pads/
hell hath no fury crueler than my breath has/
You'll get cracked f' Glesga to Belfast/
Well over your head like a mutha fuckin' jet pack/

[Hook]

"Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!"
In cold blood, a killer when I flow words/
Chalk line where the microphone burst/
"Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!"
In the 1st degree, I'm burnin' beats/
Incinerating syllables, turn up the heat/

[Verse 2]

Fuck a tarot card n horoscope, I'll slaughter you wi' awesome flows/
I'm on a roll, unstoppable, performing the impossible/
Bombin' up a hospital, as if it's Gotham, Robin's home/
Not a joke, I'll knot the rope n drop you f'the tallest floor/
Want some more? Naw you don't/
Thought you did but flopped before/
The monster of the audio assault, demolished all your hope/
Sorry folks, destroyin' all the pawns across the board/
The stronger force's got control n turned it into Kosovo/
Metaphorical, solvin' questions rhetorical/
the holocaustic soda, corrosive, Komodo monitor/
Stalkin' ya, followed into the swamp, where I'm watchin' ya/
cardiac arrest without the fuckin' officer/
Call the coroner's office, we got a corpse/
poppin' their clogs, I only a lick a shot if it's scotch/
Polish it off, still I'm spittin, droppin' it hot/
wi' the illest rhythm, lyricism, solid as rock/

[Hook]

"Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!"
In cold blood, a killer when I flow words/
Chalk line where the microphone burst/
"Out in tha streetz, they call it murdah!"
In the 1st degree, I'm burnin' beats/
Incinerating syllables, turn up the heat/
Track Name: 03 - Tear The Roof Aff [Prod. Tha Vilest]
[Verse 1]

Tarred as the track
arsonist, I carbonise with every single bar I spit/
Accelerating particles till every last atom's split/
Halving the reaction time, I'm actin' as a catalyst/
Convertin' all your energy, call me the rap evangelist/
Master of the narrative, laughin' at David Attenborough/
Kidnap his family, capture it all on camera/
Fuck Africa, I'm travelling to the Amazon/
Feedin' their nether regions to the cannibal inhabitants/
I'm the baddest acid trip............................/
Tan a gallon of Ayahuasca n start craftin' my manuscripts/
Hit the panic switch, the brutal bar, barbaric kid/
The super star of sampling, producing pure paralysis/
Booby trapped in a labyrinth of passages/
Pneumatic hammer grammar, vernacular f'the Gaza Strip/
My language is more graphic than a slasher flick/
Starin' shit wi' me n I'm dismantlin' your cabbages/

[HOOK]

Mic check, One, Two, tear the ROOF AFF!
Mind set, time to devastate the BOOTH-AH!
Rhyme weaponry, we detonate at FULL BLAST!
Loop that, hook that, generate the BOOM-BAP!
x 2

[Verse 2]

I set my levels wi' the pedal to the metal/
Compressin' the treble end n the resonance till it's evident/
That I'm the technical emperor, I'm ahead of the rest of them/
When I resurrect the element of bedlam/
Find it threatening? I render your attempts at it/
As pestilent, best step aside, start surrendering/
You're delicate, so I'm showing no respect for it/
You can try your best, you're never messing with/
My perception is extra sensory, demonstratin' telepathy/
I infra-read the thoughts of everyone in my trajectory/
Thermally detect, malevolence in my melody/
Says it on the front cover, evil's a necessity/
Frequencies I resonate'll rearrange your dental plate/
Your written's like a broken record skippin', let me set it straight/
n educate, throughout every single set I played/
I left the centre stage in a mental state of emergency/

[HOOK]

Mic check, One, Two, tear the ROOF AFF!
Mind set, time to devastate the BOOTH-AH!
Rhyme weaponry, we detonate at FULL BLAST!
Loop that, hook that, generate the BOOM-BAP!
x 2

[Verse 3]

Supersonic, I'm moving through like pneumonic/
bubonic, I'm catastrophic, like shootin' students in college/
The purest form of illogic, neurotically diabolic/
Demonic grooves put you in a stupor, catatonic/
Harmonically tuning toxic instalments until you vomit/
The music spewin' superhuman mutatin' the product/
I do it in 2 recordings in unison, now the quality/
Improves wi' every tune in the rudiments that I'm polishing/
Demolishing, call me Duke Nukem when I shoot 'em up/
sulphuric epidurals, hallucinogenic shrooms n such/
Who the fuck? I render crews defunct/
I debunk n disprove any pussies n cunts/
So let me put it blunt like big doobies of skunk/
You'd sound much better if you chewed through your tongue/
Removed two of your lungs and each tooth oot your gums/
Nah, fuck it...... you should just keep mooth shut/

[HOOK]

Mic check, One, Two, tear the ROOF AFF!
Mind set, time to devastate the BOOTH-AH!
Rhyme weaponry, we detonate at FULL BLAST!
Loop that, hook that, generate the BOOM-BAP!
x 4
Track Name: 04 - Twister ft. DJ Riseone
[Verse 1]

I speak to the dead then I summon my flows/
I'm under an oath, committed to a rugged approach/
I covet the gore, hit you with a murderous dose/
Thunderous roars, that'll split your skull wi' the force/
Punish my foes, stuff 'em in a dungeon below/
Surgical shows, as I'm Bunsen burnin' their toes/
The church is a joke, just to keep you under control/
I discourage little kiddies as I'm fuckin' the pope/
Judgin' my soul? Take a flyin' fuck out the door/
You're nothin' to me, the holy father, son n the ghost/
My luck is my own, take an uppercut to the nose/
Up in yer dome, I chuckle as you slump t'the floor/
Stutterin' folk, I show 'em how it's done n some more/
Shuttin' your holes, as if there's something stuck in your throat/
Splutter n choke, like a bucket, up in a smoke/
I'm the mutha fuckin' ultimate, the sultan of raw/

[Hook]

You know I run shit, I keep it pumpin'/
I make your bird cum quick when I tongue twist/
Fuck around, you're bound to get your nut split/
Diamond in the rough amongst these other fuck-wits/
X 2

[Verse 2]

The final straw, step t'the mic, record/
Rhymes that'll strike a raw nerve in your spinal cord/
Makin' you climb the walls, makin' your mind contort/
Makin' every little thing in your life dissolve/
Let me ignite the torch, sheddin' some light upon/
Venom inside my thoughts, webbin' n citotoxins/
Decide your fortune, you will will shite your drawers when/
I morph into Jekyll n hide your corpse/
Buried inside a box, your own pine coffin/
There is nothin' that can stop when the eye of the storm spins/
Quietly watchin', the violent vortex/
It's fight or flight time, get ready for war when/
Sirens callin', we rise n fall in/
Divide n conquer, it's the cypher squadron/
Supplyin' the rawness, applyin' distortion/
Like a meteoric comet of seismic proportions/

[Hook]

You know I run shit, I keep it pumpin'/
I make your bird come quick when I tongue twist/
Fuck around, you're bound to get your nut split/
Diamond in the rough amongst these other fuck-wits/

[Cuts by DJ Riseone]
Track Name: 05 - THE SH!T [Prod. Tha Vilest]
[Verse 1]

Supernatural selection/
My bars were unearthed next to dead velociraptor remnants/
Tempestuous penmanship/
It'll take more than an early plea to lessen my sentences/
Cuttin edge I perch upon a precipice/
A test specimen, permanently pennin' prejudice/
Mentalist, fit a noose where your necklace is/
Let you swing expressionless just for the hell of it/
My method's like a weapon n it's lethal/
Takin a flyin fuck, see me free fall at G-force/
At the speed of a heat seekin torpedo/
I'm bombin' the colosseums n columns within cathedrals/
Lock n reload, primeval in beast mode/
Sheep's clothes hidin a spine lined wi' steel bolts/
Reinforce each poem wi' diseased flows/
till the beat blows out speakers n earphones/

[Hook]

Real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/
They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/
Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged, up on the summit/
I'm the number one, second to none/

[Verse 2]

Tearin the roof off the hook, bypassin' the chorus/
Without delay, unphased n high voltage/
My opponents suffer from psychosis/
Stunning your growth it's Kryptik fibrosis/
Diagnosis murdered by the dopest/
Explosive, corrosive force I made the poles shift/
Comatosed blowin smoke at the O-Zone/
Forged in the molten core below the ocean/
Weather beat you t'death wi' my vocals/
Hail stones implode as I flame throw snow balls/
At volcanoes, move like a tornado/
Spiraling the eye of the storm to form craters/
Creatin' earthquakes n tsunamis/
Richter scales break, better brace for the damage/
Pyroclastic flows mould your ashes/
Shadows charred on the floor of your own statue/

[Hook]

Real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/
They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/
Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged, up on the summit/
I'm the number one, second to none/
It's the real shit, people are findin' it hard to deal with/
They feel sick, like an anorexic when a meal hits/
Their stomach, worst cunt, keepin' it rugged/
Any other wordsmith is worthless, you're nothin!/
Track Name: 06 - Raw Cuts ft. DJ Madhandz (skit)
[Cuts by DJ Madhandz]
Track Name: 07 - Flame Thrower
[Verse 1]

Are you feelin' the room narrowing?
Scenes that I produce are pure harrowing/
Put a bit a scaffolding through you like a javelin/
Stabbin' it in, see the mass leakage from your abdomen/
Stagger in the I.C.U. when I'm spittin' acronyms/
Acrobatic, tight rope rhymes, it's a balance act/
Swagger past, see-saw-nic boom, start an avalanche/
Flattening your habitat, acid tabs/
Flashback, see the napalm canister land, BAM!
Snap, that's the sound your Adam's app/
Clamped by the master of bars, you can't answer back/
You now sound like a spastic twat/
Handicaps get sent to the cabbage patch/
Derailing your train o' thought, I damage the tracks/
N spray paint covers the fuckin' carriage in graff/
Havin' a laugh, manufacture bangers n mash/
Your napper into fuckin granite with a batterin' ram/

[Hook]

Hay! Ho! Do what I say so/
Or you'll be waking up under your gravestone/
Great poems n sub-dominant bass tones/
Flame throwing the flows, tear a new A-Hole/
X 2

[Verse 2]

Hijack a conversation, got you waiting/
To the point where your brain has an oxygen failure/
Toxin inhaler, solvents n vapour/
Climbing the walls just to jot on the paper/
Talk, spit n pray that my voice will escape/
But the noise in the background's all that remains/
It records on the tape, songs that I play/
Am I here? Am I now? Am I gone for the day?/
What is wrong with the way of the sword or the blade?/
Tormenting myself is a common mistake/
Course through my veins, it evolves into rage/
Got the mic in my sight, target locked n in range/
All I need now is the stompinest break/
And the night watchmen to unlock the restraints/
Ball n the chain's off, onto the stage/
But along the way I lost the plot to escape/

[Hook]

Hay! Ho! Do what I say so/
Or you'll be waking up under your gravestone/
Great poems n sub-dominant bass tones/
Flame throwing the flows, tear a new A-Hole/
X 2
Track Name: 08 - Final Destination [Prod. Tha Vilest]
[Verse 1]

You don't need your beliefs when your restin' in pieces/
Remnants ingested by vermin n leeches/
Festered, deceased a permanent deletion/
Never re-appearing to help wi' the grievance/
Relatives questioning search wi' policeman/
Little do they know about my pledge of allegiance/
Mental procedures, the terms n agreements/
Said wi' resentment when read from Thelema/
Streaks ahead when I'm reapin death/
I'm sowin' seeds beneath the demon's breeding nest/
Seeing red, gangrene, bleed your neck/
Completely wrecked, converse wi' the evil dead/
Each of them, seek to reveal themselves/
I feel a breath of relief as I peel my flesh/
Feels immense, unleashed, see the beast emerge/
Wreak revenge, proceedin' to besiege the Earth/

[Hook]

So don't push, don't test,
Coz I'm just too close to the edge,
N just one more step it'll turn grotesque
End up with a Broken neck
x2

[Verse 2]

After repentance I'm askin' for seconds/
Straight back hardcore carcinogenic/
Arsenic injection, jab to your retina/
Optical onslaught, torture n terror/
Lost is my temper, return to the sender/
Never have I called to The Lord as a shepherd/
I would rather correspond wi' the Devil/
Wi' fork lightnin' rhymes, the storm gets torrential/
Doctor Lecter verbals, fi-fi-fillin your plate with a taste of the bitter end of the spectrum/
Makin' a mess of what's left of your internal/
Expandin' my cannibal pallet, balancin' my textures/
Neckin' Chianti, Jack D n a half-G/
Chantin' my bars to Marduk while I sleep/
Lab geeks just can't fathom a vaccine/
I'm far too advanced, a grand masterpiece/

[Hook]

Don't push, don't test,
Coz I'm just too close to the edge,
Just one more step it'll turn grotesque
End up with a Broken neck
x4

[Verse 3]

Hellfire n brimstone, I scribble sick notes/
Swagger through the darkness where other rappers would tip-toe/
Lift coals, deliver smouldering, spit roasts/
While I'm grip holdin' the mic, tying a lynch rope/
Slit throat n nothin' but fuckin' ink pours/
Cascading hate on the page, but with a slick flow/
Jinns spoke, convinced me I should kill folk/
Strung up wi' their guts, a crushed skull n their ribs broke/
Lymph nodes implode upon contact/
Contract killer lyricism hit your thorax/
Where's your God till I scorn at his Dogma/
Challenge him to battle in immortal combat, raaaahhhhh!/
Fuck your format, this is how a boss raps/
Lloyd Ross destroys all crossing the war path/
Sever your femoral, red fillin' the hot bath/
At long last it's all gone to plan/

[Hook]

Don't push, don't test,
Coz I'm just too close to the edge,
Just one more step it'll turn grotesque
End up with a Broken neck
x4