Long Range

[Hook] (x2) “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Nah’mean?” “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Thinking long range” [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Thinking long range like radar brains for airplanes My thoughts is sharp—with my art, I tear frames (You fear flames) I walk through hell and maintain Flashback to the pain like memory lane (Left stains) But nothing too deep to explain I exchange like a money, politick in this Jumanji I thank Gandhi, calmly… huffing the brown, hopping around like Bobby Spitting something in these Bronx lobbies Sway be Waleed. Using my words to catch bodies Blaze the party like the magazine last paid. Presently Cutting a hole in the future with the past Splash players, get you dazed like cash and haze C-Rayz in the maze of any beat [I blaze?] Bullets ricochet, modern day slaves get grazed The time you save’ll be your own space in the grave I skip the line ‘cause chances is slim these days Like food when the stringyheads lived in the cage Get [?]. I’ll part your [glass sea?] like Half Moon Bays Running game like a Sony PlayStation with legs My personal plague presented perfectly in a phase Spreads like Dijonnaise and y’all heroes get slayed Rampage with the poisonous rays I’ll break a arm, leg, a leg, arm, and head on stage [Hook] “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Nah’mean?” “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Thinking long range” [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] All I’m given is thanks and praise When its war, I’m spitting shanks and flames, grenades, tanks, and rage My brigade invades those who can’t see past the daze Get ‘em stuck where they at [?] I stash my [?] Splash to the top of my brain Providence pain while I raid the airwaves Everglade re-reflect the rays, sears like I stepped on stage at [?] Like your brain on crack, this is my flame on track I’m [?]. Actual fact, knowledge my stats Old school raps, contact with hemophiliac The cypher’s a wild hurricane blasting gats I’m a slim cat, but my production’s fat Who put the Plain on Pat? Well, y’all got [the Prozac?] You feel impact. But I ain’t gotta aim no gat I’m hip hop—manifesting myself through rap My personal plague presented perfectly in a phase Spreads like Dijonnaise and y’all heroes get slayed Rampage with the poisonous rays I’ll break a arm, leg, a leg, arm, and head on stage [Hook] “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Nah’mean?” “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Thinking long range” [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Make decisions. Earthquakes when we flipping I’ll go to hell if I put the clip in. Then my brain start dipping ‘Cause it’s fire where I’m living Lane-switching, pain-sicken, plain wisdom, [?] pickings They face spitting. Focus on the fact and the fiction Playing my position—get in where I fit in I writing good now—past tense: good writtens Teeth-shattering shit when bitten Yo, we from the dead, risen. Cooking hot shit in Hell’s Kitchen Bisque is in the oven, but I smell kittens Jail-splitting conditions expose your inside visions Some who go to prison start living Stay sinning, endure harsh conditions (“Nah’mean?”) But if you to start to listen and embark the mission You’ll see centuries way past the ending (“Nah’mean?”) Thinking long range, maintain and keep winning (“Gotta maintain”) [Hook] (x2) “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Nah’mean?” “Gotta maintain” “Thinking long range” “Thinking long range”