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[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] C-Rayz. Walz. Massive. We did it y'all. Ravipops. I'm here—emphatically, yes. Definitive Jux. Ravipops Ladies and gentlemen, we got C-Rayz Walz and a million fans in the house tonight. He just came off tour. Reppin' for his 25th single. See? See "Ravipops - The Substance." He gon' show you how he get down [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, I put the pace down, recognize my fate now I'm ill, still freakin' skills like H-Town I disgrace clowns who make frowns Smile in your face but hate and deliver fake pounds I'm a animal in a cannibal sector With chicks that give you brains like Hannibal Lecter Peep logic—there's nothin' you can do to stop this You had a better chance catchin' bullets with chopsticks (WAHH!) Wait for the avalanche—then you'll get down Spit rounds—my sitcom's a full clip now Murder shows, practiced and unrehearsed Dead on point like a convertible cactus hearse It's mucus fluid when I spit exclusive music I believe in dirt, so I do it, stupid I move units, like {?} and white rose My freestyle's ill—I'm dope when I write flows [Bridge: C-Rayz Walz] Put the sun in your face, make you walk a tightrope and pose I can't just rhyme—I can flow F-f-flow, flow f-flow, f-f-flow, flow, flow [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I do somersaults with Silly Sally in Silicone Alley Roll red carpets in darkness through Death Valley And receive love (love) like Larry I'm flowin', black. It's September? Goin' back to Cali To drink booze in the House of Blues Doin' the James in Elvis Presley shoes From the belly of BK, where the drama's at All the way to Saudi Arabia, where the llamas at Trapped in central bookings for a chronic sack Feelin' worse—I'm really here for killin' a verse Homicide comes to ask, "Who did it?" I step to the next Iron Galaxy like astral physics I'm spiked with no sugar—natural image Thirst is nothin', burst you for frontin' at the scrimmage Vampires suck—you stuck once bitten Off the head, I'm fed—my freestyle eats my written I need that dollar like Chris Rock—just kiddin' I'm down to earth like sunlight and alien visits In the club with {?}, guzzlin' water Trainin' my daughter to be a soldier—I taught her To put six in your chest like Julius Erving Controllin' the cypher—you foolishly swervin' I deserve to glow and now you know Ayyo, I can't just rhyme—I can flow [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] Flow, flow, flow (x3) Flow...