Tinted windows, bulletproof, the slip knot fixing rope to noose
To the grave stone grinder of cold steel, the passion that blinds me so I feel, yah
Can’t let go, no it flows through our veins
Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains and they all fall down
So apparently there was a rumor a while back that cr1tikal works as a substitute teacher.
Could you imagine just sitting in class, waiting for your teacher, when all of a sudden you hear
"What’s up everybody it’s Cr1tikal. Today I’m substituting Applied Chemistry, let’s do this shit,"