It's A Wrap

[Produced by iSHi and Onedread] [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] It's a wrap—when I attack, crash the door It's a wrap—this track ready to splash Billboard It's a fact: I'm what y'all was waiting for I'm plat', but still hardcore It's a wrap—if you wack, don't spit no more It's a wrap—my hot track will bring it to y'all C'mon, scream till your throat is sore Get off the wall, rush the dance floor [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I'm the urban legend, in true form, with a goose on Hottest artist alive—no jive, you lukewarm Talk like walk—with a suit on Stomp like hawks—my thoughts swoop and move on Glide like Clyde, break you like Ali's nemesis Echo tight, write—my pen proves unlimited Plot like my penmanship hit the curb. Flip the words like [?] I got this in a wrap like fajita Make my voice band Pan like Peter In el barrio, spittin' bars like, "¡Mira!" Split your cap like baseball pitchers "I'm sick of rap!" In fact, I hate y'all niggas '88 hip hop like, "Kill a sucka emcee" When he fake like a [?] me It's a wrap—lines like these smash a embassy hard If it's a game, I'm snatching your memory card [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] When it's a wrap, y'all cats get buried alive For years like the careers of the Jackson 5 The Sun Cycle spits heat like gun rifles You ain't ready to score like a young Michael My rebuttal to your waste of space Is a NASA shuttle fate Me and the stars correlate Where only the core relate In other words, I'm the asteroid belt to your waste/waist of space When I rock the house like avalanches in your crib And right hook like boxers aiming for rib It's a war going on—I'm training the kid Like Markie, I stay connected to my Biz KRS rep the Bronx, Shane still repping The Bridge Kane's still the god; like Rakim, I listen to Gibbs C-Rayz, the brand new weapon it is Fact: I'm paid in full; you half-steppin' again [Hook: C-Rayz Walz] [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] This is Miami Vice rap—diamond [?] Jacking your face, making you cry—praise the onion Sixteen bars should get you drunk thirty-two times Then you find I double up when I write rhymes I might battle, then war like [white saddles?] In the eye of the tiger, who wanna fight Drago? On rocky roads, I [?] gravel The Sun Cycle—mic unravels and light travels Life is the playoffs—anythings can happen but You sure to lose your spot if you slacking, cous' You lose all your profit from copping jewels So stuck-up, your shit could be used for rocket fuel I got talent, but that's apparent The way I give birth to hits, I should be a parent I'll kill you at the end of the game like, "Good try But you are the weakest link. Goodbye!" [Hook: C-Rayz Walz]