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C-Rayz Walz( Waleed Shabazz )
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Barb Wire Fences
Producer：Panik
[Hook]
MCs
Your life's on the line
You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the nine
If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine
With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest rhymes
And though you run out of it, you still have time
And if you hit, you might get to shine
Barb wire fences
Word up
Raise the level of the cut
Now you ducking the sentence cha-pow
[Verse One]
My lines illuminate,can you relate?
I'm Tron
For you to get signed I would have to break your arm
The Sun Cycle, strictly repping
Beware, your career could be gone in 60 seconds
Stronghold number 5, it's nothing to fear
You better off sword fighting a Musketeer
Yeeeeah
Nobody gave me nothing, so I ain't having it
But you don't hear me though, I might as well be speaking Arabic
Going out like a terrorist, the stage is sin
I write bomb music with grenade pens/pins
Like margarine, I do go against the grain
For you to feel smarter you would have to touch my brain
You don't know me, don't speak my name in vain
I'm C-Rayz, keeper of the flames, explain the difference
Of MC and singer
You internet head (shhhh), don't come out your fingers
Cause I reach through computers and slap kids
Shut your cipher down quick like [?]
The Pied Piper, running with weird fiddlers
Making crowds through they hands in the air like Hitler
But I'm not Jewish, I've never been gassed up
I'm a runaway slave with asthma
Holding a pump and while y'all front and play the movie role
Lines I write be tight, like insect booty holes
[Hook]
MCs
Your life's on the line
You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the nine
If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine
With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest line
And though you run out of it, you still have time
And if you hit, you might get to shine
Barb wire fences
Word up
Raise the level of the cut
The mentality is endless, hmmm
[Verse Two]
But this ain't fantasy island, my family's wilding
To the violins, trying to explain humanity's violence
Your brain might activate screaming 'The toast is coming!'
I take aim and I'm seeing, 'Your ghost is running!'
We can start at men at arms, end at wrist bone fractures
Master the Universe cause natural disasters
Top of the food chain, keep keep keeping it raw
Showing traces of death, flowing to sketches of Skeletor
High degrees, put the smack down and kill a vulture
Handle B.I., but see I fulfill a culture
The fine line between sign and divine mind crystal
Blow spots, hit the bulls eye with live rhyme missiles
The realm where four pockets hold eight items
Explode off the top of the brick
Spit!
And mic fight them
Excite's them with the line of the century
Over your head like barb wire fences in penitentiaries
Mention me, eventually, avenging the energy
On point
Darts accumulate in the [?]vicinity
Stuck in the trenches, the god fires a sentence
Twice as broke as you are, that makes me relentless
The cipher is an oval office, blasphemy's been barred
The true support while few report like Ken Starr
So the righteous will be, with the wicked they'll see
My mentality's round house, come kick it with me
[Hook]
MCs
Your life's on the line
You might as well shoot the free throw while the ref holds the nine
If you miss, the clip lifts your brain through the twine
With a bucket on your mind, you kick the illest line
And though you run out of it, you still have time
And if you hit, you might get to shine
Barb wire fences
Word up
Raise the level of the cut
Now you stuck in the trenches, defenseless
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