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[Intro] [Sample from ?] “Now some people are saying that I’m crazy” [C-Rayz Walz] DJs and MCs. Coming up next, the one and only incredible, yin and yang king. Yo. Grab the [rope?] [Hook 1: C-Rayz Walz] I’m in the house, y’all (Say what?) I’m in the house, y’all (Say what?) Yin and yang, C-Rayz—we in the house, y’all I’m in the house, y’all (Say what?) I’m in the house, y’all (Say what?) This what the Sun Cycle be about, y’all (Say what?) [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] But I’m C-Rayz Walz from New York state (State) My ancient style is what I proclamate (-mate) When I demonstrate (-strate), it can’t be fake (Fake) ‘Cause I got sharp swords for the snakes I kill the mic (Mic) and live the jam (Jam) Give birth to word (Word) if you overstand (-stand) Waive hands, change plans when you see my fam (Fam) Stronghold, guest clan—on the mic, I am [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] Heed the word, unsee the herb Find justice when the brother occured Out the darkness with cups of light Heaven and hell, day to the night Travel the beats beyond Time-warp souls to the Pantheon Fight the demons, unchain the brain See Jack run, complain to Jane Rock fables, fables and joke Not knowing you work for ghosts The gulliest at the williest In actuality, you’re just the silliest Iceman coming—froze the stage Unseen hand that turn the page Who’s the author? The rest of the Earth Killah Priest says, “The last shall be first” Soul-dead brothers’ points of view: “Things Fall Apart”—check your roots From niggas to gods I am A [?]—the spirit of a man The Last Poets have to build Like great Scott-Heron with Gils Uhuru, People Army for days Your brother’s in the mist, bumrushing the stage Test the Rayz—C-Walz for days Behold the pale horse—grab the reigns [?] papers make me look like Christ [?] truth of life [Bridge 1: C-Rayz Walz] Vainglorious with the mic in the headlock and your neck on pop This is that raw, certified yin and yang, Sun Cycle hip hop Baller, player with the [?] missing, hitting the point like a obelisk in your third eye vision This is protected by the Red, the Black, and the Green with the [?] Sissy [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] I spin in space with mysterious swiftness Make you clap ‘til your hands and wrists spit Jump around, huff the paint, jump around, [?] [cords?] Jump aroun, [?] head, jump around, spring foot Hot in the kitchen—things cook and play hooky You in the pot with peppers and yams Getting gooey like chaos and jams Playing banjos, pianos, and drums I’mma get on my roaches and all my sons You crumb. Bang the truck with the click-clack Clicky, clickable clack, back smack Cats is wack, writing they rap, [?] on they track Then they act as Casper Crash the new truck in the rainstorm Change form, change mine, change time, change crime Change line, change soul. Getting hot and old Rhyme doubling, bubbling when I write shit Hopping hip, hip to hop Bruise your clique, bathe to techno, bathe to funk Metro spectro gripping the mic Rhyme-sniping the sound I’m C-Rayz Walz—big shot on the east coast I’m C-Rayz Walz—big shot on the east coast I’m C-Rayz Walz—big shot on the east coast I’m C-Rayz Walz—big shot on the east coast [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] Last week, I was on a four train, so these two kids [?] Sound check and beats in my Walkman Almost walked past and I stopped in my tracks They looked like they could rap—they was twins, in fact I’m reality, so I recognize real Then I pulled out my pen to give my math to these cats My BK fam is [?] Yes, I’m the God, y’all, and I’m seen and heard mostly Taking Devil’s head for a trophy Now I could yell, “Stronghold and O.B.S.” My name’s C-Rayz—I was born to blaze I came to drop [Cs?] that was too heavy to hold [Or in school?], I learned [different?] from the spirit of soul In my view, just remind your crew I’m in the house like Jerome I knew Prodigy since the age of fourteen I could call H-A-V-O-C and get a beat Connect with the Mobb or get your whole clique shot Moe Greene got the [?] I’m from the Bronx, y’all—it’s a wild west war [Verse 5: C-Rayz Walz] When I [grim?] grip the mic, everyone see the God Get busy on the path ‘cause the math be potent Scoping, seeing everything so clear I return peace with “Degrees” right here In my hood, it gets foul—the knives go “Blao!” From the BX down to the Mecca I stay tight and hold my head light—the protector Yo, a sick village—zombies walk around With they head in a knot [?] as the masters Putting gas in tanks or buying from pastors Coming from the subway, spitting on steps Working all day with no time to rest Players don’t like me. Players won’t fight me ‘Cause I’ll violate your whole damn crew like Chris Lighty [Bridge 2: C-Rayz Walz] ‘Bout to take a Stronghold. [?]. [?]. Hot shit. Check it out [Verse 6: C-Rayz Walz] Come into the screen, but they say, “No cinema” All you cats is full of shit—you’ll need a enema Tryna keep low on the low like senators 85 was [?], but they ain’t no friend of us Ayyo, Stronghold clique is slick, will injure ya Make the spot hot like Glocks in winter fuzz My queen spit math—devils wanna censor her The good look good, but I ain’t even enter her Oh shit! C-Rayz Walz writing [?] You ain’t gotta ask—you’ll be right in my wrath Fighting the wack, combat [coupons for free snacks?] React like hammers just tapped the kneecap On some new shit like [Nas in projects?] So much material—I don’t know what to drop next Nasty like [hot bets?] and [then the?] sex [?] like royalty checks [Bridge 3: C-Rayz Walz] [?]. All People’s Army crew. Uhuru Me say, “Stronghold, you ruling hip hop” Me dead prez say, “You ruling hip hop” [?] saying, “Ya running hip hop” With yin and yang, I now—we run it nonstop [Verse 7: C-Rayz Walz] From the [dub?] to the [master mix?], question marks to asterisk Español to Arabic—all the cultures ask for it Mathematics splashing kids—introducing nourishment Me and Plain Pat stack facts for you savages Capture this: propagating truth of your inhabitance Sharper than the dagger, spit [?] at your arrogance Reflect it when I send out [?] my route through synthesis Earth is where I represent from [?] to the [?] Say so never hesitant. Where’s Stronghold? (Yo!) Know what? ‘Bout to put it down until you throw up Light the fuse and blow up. Wack MCs, don’t show up ‘Cause even if you’d kick the illest rhymes, I’d still say, “So what?” [Bridge 4: Frogg (from Eminem's "Just Don’t Give a Fuck")] Woah, uh, get your hands in the air and get to clappin' 'em. And like, back and forth, because, uh, this is what you thought it wasn't. It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen. I be the F-R-O-the-double-G. And check out my man—he goes by the name of um, er [Verse 8: C-Rayz Walz] I’m in Haiti. Buffed out like Lee Haney I been crazy—psychologists gotta pay me Labeled “loco,” smoking Chanel Coco Fuck a written rhyme—I’ll freestyle acapoco You must’ve drunk [?] and ate flames In attempt to blaze yourself ‘cause in my range, you’ll get slain Beats bang—the mute button say, “Word up” I’ll kill you and get you framed for your own murder I do what I want—don’t give a fuck about no props, bitch Taking a piss after I stick my dick in your pocket I have manners—it’s just that I’m shameless Ayyo, fuck a shoutout—you know what my name is [Hook 2: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Hi! My name is. What? My name is. Who? My name is “chka-chka”: C-Ray-Z Hi! My name is. Huh? My name is. What? My name is “chka-chka”: C-Ray-Z [Bridge 5: C-Rayz Walz] Excuse me! Can I be allowed to make you laugh? For one second? [Verse 9: C-Rayz Walz] I light spliffs without using a lighter (No, don’t) So you wanna fight a tiger? And battle Stronghold to Hydra? (No, no, no!) I’m fucking wack, but don’t believe me—I’m a liar ‘Bout to rock the cypher like pebbles in a tire (What?) My brain’s numb from staying outside like [slain?] tongue (Word) I keep cutting your veins ‘til I find the main one (Ow!) And Plain Pat said, “C-Rayz, you got talent” I know—I’m getting revenge for my dead parent I want the finer things in life like your house and your wife (Gimme) Plus some straps. Slice my sandwich with the OJ knife I had a vampire bitch I gashed to cum in sunlight The only cat ill enough to bring pencils to a gunfight Getting leg, getting head while midgets in the Pentagon Under the sprinkler system, juggling smoke bombs Spit love out, punish my gats ‘til I let a slug route Beware—you been illing with the best that bug out [Verse 10: C-Rayz Walz] Think I should rhyme about ice. Can’t tell? I want the hot shit minus the smell The reason I rap is ‘cause the anger’s inside of me I used to curse my moms out in her diary I’m belligerent—well here’s where the difference is: You passive and only act tough through penmanship This kid’s militant—the [?] comes with killer shit And I don’t start jobs I won’t finish, bitch “Fuck the cops”—you heard what stic.man said I threw a Molotov cocktail in the [precinct in flames?] (Word) Shot in the head—yeah, some of my peeps got caught (Too much) Too much heat in the street? So a Glock got bought And your gun shots ricochet when I spray I heard one hit some wack MC on stage Repping much more than the NYC Shit, we in the Sun Cycle—the Rayz is C Besides, you cats act so funny And I don’t sweat no hottie (No hottie) Your gun? (No gun). I might torture some And I’ll probably eat the pencil just to spite my tongue [Bridge 6: C-Rayz Walz] Sun Cycle MC (All aboard!) I’ll bark at y’all now, eat y’all niggas later Y’all ain’t really players—where the fuck’s y’all gators? [Verse 11: C-Rayz Walz] If I see where my [?] with your eyes by the clip With your eyebrows looking slick, so you know you getting bit Got a crumb. I wanna taste the whole plate Got live in the state—this took time to create What you see is what you never gonna get—my skill So if I never get a deal, I’mma still be real If I ever grab the microphone and I sound wack Just believe I’m smoking dust, sniffing coke and crack But I’mma hit you with your [birth?] so you don’t forget If you ever play yourself, I’mma punch your shit Then they gave me paper and they gave me cash Plain Pat’s got my back when I needed to ask Everybody knows that I’m nice to a beat But when I’m hungry, who the fuck wanna help me eat?