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C-Rayz Walz( Waleed Shabazz )
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Ai
Producer：Wally What
[Hook]
I
Build degrees and keep it hyper
I
Kill MC's to meet they ghost writers
I
Not concerned with who's hotter than who
I bring my own heat, the Sun Cycle
[Verse One]
We can start at I Papi and then ay caramba
To make it plain you on the wrong plane La Bamba
Being brave with rage? You don't wanna try that
I'm the type to say 'bye' to jill then 'hi'/hijack your hi hat
In this, I'm that
Damn, no love lost
Beyond volume one, fam's take gloves off
Don't get it twisted, there's crack in the weed sack
And I'ma burn phillys till I get my Sun Cycle tee's back believe that
Boy/girl, penis or tits it don't matter
I'll stomp that ass into quick pancake batter
Scatter my daggers, too visual
Make your landscape shatter
Scatter your data with laughter in this mad chapter
I don't give fuck what, beyond stuck, I'm crazy wet
Phone ringing off the hook, dog's barking, baby's wet
And I ain't even make up my bed
Make up my face?
I'd rather rake up my mind instead
Stay focused
In the land of the culprits
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
If you owe me a check, in the long run, you owe me your neck
Be ready for cold war, this is Soviet threat
I rep Stronghold, a hard act to follow
The truth hurts, that's a hard axe to swallow
Ten thousand sold, 12 inch gold without a dime
The Specialist, you'll see my perspective in time
Using common sense your train of thoughts at the station
And all that fake shit...get the fuck out my face bitch
The top dog gets his vaccination, what?
See how not minding your business is real creative? Us
I inspire to retire liars who wanna try us, rhyme by us
Getting higher than most frequent fliers
Live wire facts from the tracks, higher staff, wire track
In my pack [?]knapsack for most rap buyers
I hate rivers, that's why I kill flows
And y'all dicks reflect each other like double headed dildos
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
I spit on your grave while I'm ripping the flav
Aliens in Wonderland, got Alice afraid
Jumping out white Broncos with a bloody muddy glove
Killing it, trying to get fat off rap like Buddy Love
In my effect, my reality sparks danger
The stark angel of death marks players
And six shots through your chest will have you breathing like Darth Vader
On a respirator
C-Rayz Walz, shine brighter than car fenders
And for the right price I'll serve anyone like bar tenders
Hardly a herb, beat you to death with godly words
They'll have me calling niggas out like the Army Reserves
Your majesty's capacity, anti-gravity
I'm the apocalypse, none shall flow after me
Before I fax this message and get my stats out
Drop my balls
Before I smack jacks out your mouth
No doubt
That's a wrap I'm out
{echo}
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