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From his early influences of Eminem to Rhyme Asylum, D-Crepit honed his own writing style which harkens back to traditional rap. D-Crepit writes with lyrical techniques combining rhythmic patterns with complex, multi-syllabic rhyme schemes which enhance the listener’s experience. Getting back to the roots of rap before the “golden age turned to golden plated teeth” as D-Crepit writes in his song “Auto-Tomb”. A real rap artist with a real message that connects you to him.
AUTO-TOMB
I’m not a freight train of misery or gateway to wrists that bleed
But I’ll state plain and instantly that I never very much liked the sweater wearing dumb dikes that date raped the industry
I don’t hate Drake or the gay Wayne specifically
Only what they symbolize, the corporate juggernauts
That fuck the simple minds from the poor and hungry blocks for their bucks and little dimes
I’ll send the morgue these fucking cocks that love to sprinkle lies so they can horde the ducats robbed behind the public’s fricking eyes
They manipulate the kids today with some false truths
Saying “a bigger bass with synths that’s laced is a hot tune”
I’m not a bigot hating spitting masons and gods too, but I wanna trickle AIDS in Mims’s veins and then salt wounds
They’re wrecking hardcore rap and aren’t fresh with bars or tracks
While the crunkest hounds are stuck around in the wretched dark fort that is the underground where we’re set to starve for daps
‘Cause we don’t reward the talent
We go overboard with hoes and whores and ballads ‘bout a glowing Porsche with flows that’s sort of average
I know there’s more to rapping than just raising your voice
Talking ‘bout body shops and lollipops, so I’m a hater by choice
I watch as rap degrades to masquerades of cunty tracks
And I have to say its sad the way it done collapsed
‘Cause now the average Dave’s a faggot chasing money bags
So I see the casket laid ‘cause rap today is fucking trash
I watch as rap degrades to masquerades of cunty tracks
And I have to say its sad the way it done collapsed
‘Cause now the average Dave’s a faggot chasing money bags
So I see the casket laid ‘cause rap today is fucking trash
It’s a different sport entirely,
With a vision more refined to be about pimping whores than fixing poor societies
The suits and ties have had to go brutalizing rap and rip the core excitedly to boost the size of cash those stupid swine can grasp
It fricking warps my mind to see the newer guys of last almost never put the time in
They just write in circles, go on sprite commercials and then let goods be flying
There all dynasties or just giant trees of nervous cunts
Who ride producers and yet say I am who is the best which is a sign to me these whiney geeks and worthless punks are too blind to see the rhyming schemes or works of Pun
So I grind my teeth ‘till I’m asleep or hurt my gums
Now that the golden age turned to golden plated teeth
And it’s so insane that the globe has basically just thrown away all the flows that reigned supreme
So the dopey twang of the overrated freaks don’t seem as lower grade or as groady gay or meek
Fuck the hoes who say they’re deep
‘Cause those fakers are crap, and broke and witless
The posing bitches are T-pains in my ass
I’m ashamed to just rap cause their vocal mixes are tainting the craft
I watch as rap degrades to masquerades of cunty tracks
And I have to say its sad the way it done collapsed
‘Cause now the average Dave’s a faggot chasing money bags
So I see the casket laid ‘cause rap today is fucking trash
I watch as rap degrades to masquerades of cunty tracks
And I have to say its sad the way it done collapsed
‘Cause now the average Dave’s a faggot chasing money bags
So I see the casket laid ‘cause rap today is fucking trash
