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C-Rayz Walz

The Prelude

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] Here I come. You know where I'm from Do the math, son. I originate with the drums Native tongues lounging, my third eye's beyond browsing Swam nine thousand, woke up on the shores of project housing Genesis, wide wingspan like Pegasus My mic gym effortless for turntable terrorists '88 hip hop, certified for net murder Snatch you out the chat room, smack your server Bug Out poster child, approach the wild calmly Let 'em think I'm Ghandi. Then transform to Genghis Khan, see? Baby, I bop, so you love me like Barney Kiss my honeymoon, then spaz out like Mark Carney Energy solar, battle moe, froze polar Balance the scale to be some shit—Green told y'all Big mics fo y'all. My crew Stronghold, y'all One, two, three, four, five—that's the roll call Roll call, roll call..... [Verse 2] I make 'em study thirty-five to fifty years Strained brains become bloody, eyes swiftly tear Risky peers become queer. You can't diss me I know who I be like Bizzy Chief rocking, keep watching. Soon, you'll turn to stone I got Medusa's head in an Iceberg bag at home Mama said, "Life's like a bag of chocolates" (Why?) It'll make you sick if you don't watch it... [Verse 3] You're style's toy. My homeboy is God Rally Smack wack emcees like they stepped on my Ballies The roof's on fire? Let it burn—hot shit From the foundation, I learned y'all can't rock shit That's why I get busy on topics. You propless I get J-U-Ice when I drop it You ain't def—step. You pet breathe Karma Your upside down peace sign's the V-Bomber... [Verse 4] On battle stage, I shapeshift my mouth to grenades My hands razor blades, invisible ink You another page I'm splashing Except when I'm gone, you remember the pain of what happened Super rapping, like collabos with Batman and Mack 10 Skull cracking, back smacking, for track acting Made through traffic. Grey matter in gridlock I'm a Nutty Professor. You a nigga with shitlocks Hip hop. Ain't been to sleep in three days Dreams of spray cans, B-girls and DJs Gold chain, cocaine before a crack rock Coleco before laptop, flicks in front the backdrop... [Verse 5] We off the muscle—keep the meat rack, speak fact Anything less than truth—you keep that Weak cats, pull your seat back and kick your feet up Listen to the beat, black—now watch me heat up (Watch this) Me and Plain Pat contact on the same track Modern day slaves yelling, "Give me my brain back!" Raps contain facts like maps of pyramids But I'll cut your ears off cause you ain't hearing it... [Verse 6] Vivid how I paint this—Rayz and Green dealing High degrees of patience—stay chasing Justice the Janitor, life is high maintenance Foul flagrant, winner of the ancients. Smell the fragrance? Titanium wristband, backstroke in quicksand Iron fist, velvet glove slid on my brick hand My Nike Swish land right over my Nick Vans Excel, laid back in Hell with a kickstand Study they movement, like blind ninjas, infrasensor Niggas got on sandals in the middle of the winter Stuck on six like chick bitch swallyour dick tip Flip sick scripts, can't even hold your shit liquid Fresh enough to make a dope fiend close the vein Tear my shirt off just to expose my chain You know my name—knowledge, actions now I wanna cry, but I'm so happy I can't frown Like I wanna throw God on the ground Pick him back up and start laughin' Run through Times Square flashin' Blasting just to see cypher's reaction Then disappear like flesh after years in the casket [Bridge] A-ha-ha... C-Rayz Walz!!!! In the house. Recognize my crew: Stronghold... [Verse 7] Y'all niggas send me gloss in the Porsche and get robbed My style fucks your head up like elevators blowjobs Go to jail, while I'm in the streets eatin' Hotel suites beatin', rhyme releasin' Your style like Rome—I ancient, ruin it You talk about gats on tracks—who doing that? Squirtin'. Don't be the next missing person First in. Howling like Thirstin while you rehearsing Maury Povich covering the fear rap aerobics Your sneakers wrinkle. My eyes twinkle on some glow shit Blow with angels, conversate with culprits, blaze form Analyze stars like Lloyd Strayhorn Floss and get your papers lost like beef with the prison boss On a crash collision course in a drunk-driven Porsche Picture me in a box bleeding, corrupt reasons Crush emcees like "fuck truck season" What you believe in? Thank God if you still breathin' Cause I roll like tank season What y'all tryna, we already did it Your weekly sum equals new kicks and fitteds Spit blizzard for my brethren in prison That chick you STDded? Get your ass in the clinic I vision myself taking no shorts like blind midgets Speak physics, conjugate a picnic The gifted. Politic on rhyme money shipment Royalties, cop more war equipment Roll with the ghetto fitness, knuckle swiftness, relentless Quickness, blink and you missed it C-Rayz Walz in your district Stronghold! Fuck emcees with no mic control!
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