Barb Wire Fences

[Hook] MCs Your life's on the line You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the nine If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest rhymes And though you run out of it, you still have time And if you hit, you might get to shine Barb wire fences Word up Raise the level of the cut Now you ducking the sentence cha-pow [Verse One] My lines illuminate,can you relate? I'm Tron For you to get signed I would have to break your arm The Sun Cycle, strictly repping Beware, your career could be gone in 60 seconds Stronghold number 5, it's nothing to fear You better off sword fighting a Musketeer Yeeeeah Nobody gave me nothing, so I ain't having it But you don't hear me though, I might as well be speaking Arabic Going out like a terrorist, the stage is sin I write bomb music with grenade pens/pins Like margarine, I do go against the grain For you to feel smarter you would have to touch my brain You don't know me, don't speak my name in vain I'm C-Rayz, keeper of the flames, explain the difference Of MC and singer You internet head (shhhh), don't come out your fingers Cause I reach through computers and slap kids Shut your cipher down quick like [?] The Pied Piper, running with weird fiddlers Making crowds through they hands in the air like Hitler But I'm not Jewish, I've never been gassed up I'm a runaway slave with asthma Holding a pump and while y'all front and play the movie role Lines I write be tight, like insect booty holes [Hook] MCs Your life's on the line You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the nine If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest line And though you run out of it, you still have time And if you hit, you might get to shine Barb wire fences Word up Raise the level of the cut The mentality is endless, hmmm [Verse Two] But this ain't fantasy island, my family's wilding To the violins, trying to explain humanity's violence Your brain might activate screaming "The toast is coming!" I take aim and I'm seeing, "Your ghost is running!" We can start at men at arms, end at wrist bone fractures Master the Universe cause natural disasters Top of the food chain, keep keep keeping it raw Showing traces of death, flowing to sketches of Skeletor High degrees, put the smack down and kill a vulture Handle B.I., but see I fulfill a culture The fine line between sign and divine mind crystal Blow spots, hit the bulls eye with live rhyme missiles The realm where four pockets hold eight items Explode off the top of the brick Spit! And mic fight them Excite's them with the line of the century Over your head like barb wire fences in penitentiaries Mention me, eventually, avenging the energy On point Darts accumulate in the [?] vicinity Stuck in the trenches, the god fires a sentence Twice as broke as you are, that makes me relentless The cipher is an oval office, blasphemy's been barred The true support while few report like Ken Starr So the righteous will be, with the wicked they'll see My mentality's round house, come kick it with me [Hook] MCs Your life's on the line You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the nine If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest line And though you run out of it, you still have time And if you hit, you might get to shine Barb wire fences Word up Raise the level of the cut Now you stuck in the trenches, defenseless