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C-Rayz Walz
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Epicopolis (Es-K Mix)
This is The End of The World As You Vocally Know It!
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EAST COAST
I attract money blow stacks and act funny
I just wanna make hood rat raps wit my buddies/ (Yeah)
Send em back bloody nothin that you ever seen/ (Nah)
Fuckin G tuck a piece in my dungarees/ (Click Black)
The sket packer the chest cracker the best rapper
No defense break a leg off ya best tackler/ (Bitch)
Not a giver of fucks Philly is nuts
Killin these schmucks
Untill I got a billion buck/ What?!
I got a drug habbit
Thats above average
Hold ya seed hostage pull em out ya cunts carriage
I want ransom
I demand some
They describe him
He's tall fat and handsome
Who wanna box with the big bully
Spit fullies
Nicer wit the hands but I land em when the blick pullyed
I don't think twice I'm the sick type
I know a fucker wont like me much but his bitch might
FORMALDAHYDE DANKENSTEIN
DONE ONE
You're telling fairy tales of Common Wealth
Contraband
Rubber band flipping Stacks
Major Weight
Wait your times Up
Hit the Scale
Yes I'm the best in the League
Music motivation over Money Making
Committed to making Dreams a Reality
I run with the Sickest Team
No we cant be seen
Raw like uncut Coke
Dope track track runner
Say what?
I'm not buying what you're selling
I'm what your trying to be
At the top
Certified
Certainly
Searching for a piece of mind
What'cha talking about
This is my 9 to 5
Arizona's my home
Maryvale's the block that raised me
Affiliated since i was knee high
Repping TSOI
Paid dues, theres no need to lie
Tour dates
Tour bus
Toured up from state to state
My crew cant be denied
INVISIBLES till the day that i DIE!!!!!!
12 GAUGE PHAZE
We don't cause trouble we don't bother nobody
I'm lying get them hands up pussy this a robbery
claiming u a big dog but u don't look that vicious
beef I slow marinate and cook that brisket
my first girlfriend called giving head takin pictures
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keep wildin ill start my own photo album where ur bitch live
Mary Jane's the cheba cheba and cocaina I like to call that bitch Lolita
clean and serene couple drinks c da outcome
bump or blunt
I'm caught up in the middle like malcom
birds from Atlanta like to call them falcons
gotta love a g that keep a couple p's wen the drought come
12 gauge phaze know I'm packing the gun
so I can c Wats in ur wallet like capital one
fuck folgers
best part a waking up a vanilla dutch
so wen I c my p.o. I burn a hole in the cup...what's up?
SKREWTAPE
Blow the horse radish in a 4matic
3rd eye panoramic off the organic
Aw damn it, yall landed on the wrong planet
North Camden, to Bronx, Philly, we authentic
All IN it... OUT shining with no ice
Cold nights, stole bikes, Named my own price
No dice, I'm so nice, they throw rice
The game? My ho wife... Fucking up my whole life
Right...
I kept the Cider in the cup
Felt Spiders in my Blood so I Light another Blunt like
I give a Fuck if your Rifle in the Truck
You a lover not a Fighter, I'mma fight for what I love
That's Life, in the Tuck... wit a Dutch and a Lighter
You the type to get a buzz, and go cipher with the Fuzz
They like it when I bug like a slug on Bathsalts
To bash yall mics and get right before I blast off!
MERC VERSUS
360 Sun Cycle is the light source
I rip the fabric of the universe and time warps
My divine force is Sirius B, white dwarf
Like the death of stars and the arrest of Malachi York
You on lovers' lane, I'm on the motherplane
Rockin' a mohawk like I'm the son of James Clubber Lang
Now you trapped in the Mouth of Madness, Sutter Cane
Where bloodsuckers' fangs draw innocent blood from veins
You all believe in false teachings, ain't it crazy?
Like nurses stickin' pins in the head of the Angel Baby
Or a Ritalin prescription ADHD
Psychiatrist incinerated in the flames of Hades
C-RAYZ WALZ
SPIT RAW
My flow is on point / Like directions from a deaf dude
Shadow box with devils/ I'm a rebel with an attitude
Meltin microphones/ Right down to the wire
Bout to change my fuckin name/ From SpitRaw to spit FIREEEE
Mean mug ya Grandma/ Slap ya fuckin Grandpa
Crippler cross face bars/ I'm the rap Chris Benoit!
Blackin out on instrumentals/ Have u shakin in ya britches
Descendant of a penman/ You are witnessing ascension
If I write it then I spoke it/ If I speak it then I lived it
When I spit it in the booth/ Guarantee u see the vision
Cuz the point of my pen/ Is the eye and the witness
When you hear it/ You will feel it Have you chattering ya Dentures
Pensive wit a pencil/ Wicked with The Mentals
I handcraft bars/ While y'all tracing with a stencil
I'm a quintessential vandal/ Wit unlimited potential
Johnny 5 ass niggas/ Fuck around get disassembled
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