4th Pyramid - Making the Jux lyrics

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4th Pyramid - Making the Jux lyrics

[Intro: 4th Pyramid] Yeah, give me an aspirin pill, motherf**er [Bridge: C-Rayz Walz] (x4) Making the jux [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] We could start with a rural report in the war with orcs I don't pop cops no more—I four-four the porks Morbid joints shook your skeleton with tour de force Military corps stalk and secure my porch ‘Cause they know I'm the house with Lord Voldemort When they Slytherin, I Gryffindor across the port Hock spit, talk sh**, rich with no cash Off the Walz, I still write graff. Want to toe-tag? I shake piss in your face but I ain't shaking your hand And I won't support you, so I'm making a band It's getting in here (Yeah!). I'm taking your fans Get your feet above my clan and I'm breaking your handstands You want co*k. You don't want to bust your Glock Your gun don't work. Your consortium is anti-pop In the hood, I got clout with k**ers. No doubt Before I'm out, let me shout, “My n***as” Move-ment [Verse 2: 4th Pyramid] Big talk mean that you little sh** riddles Spit, fiddle with flow type ridiculous No hype, meticulous. Hold mic for Pyramids Forget the clout and fame Need some dough. Give me that and I'm out the game Not out to claim. Well, hell, it's the joint, kid Out to sell well but I'm self-appointed So hot, left the kettle boiling Internet addict intercept bad sh** Innocent madness. Magnificent ba*tards Delivering rapper, limerick splatter Living in chapter of serum and dagger Fans cheering the batter, freedom from stature Meaningless actors, I will pee on your mattress Beat, I've been mean in the madness, just too busy Meeting these rap kids, fleeing arachnids [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] You in hot water now, pasta boy. Watch the void My Leonard Nimoy thugs Spock your voice Stop the noise, stop your noise. What? I'm Def Jux to the illest manifestation of fresh Yes, yes, I'm blessed with the rhythm of rebels For sixteen bars, the god get gold medals Fo sho, we got spare a**-whippings, spare flows Spear thrown through his chest. Now George Bush is soaked Oh! Oh! Man, don't you know I'm grown? My special blends in the cut. The gems'll get cloned I write essays, smash when my Brothers Slide You ain't peace, partner. Why you thinking otherwise? My up-north Cannibal n***as stay Oxing f** you up in a shower, call it, “Roller-Derby Boxing” Make long stories shorter than cheeba tales and midget reporters When I flow, I'll keep my head above water [Verse 4: 4th Pyramid] Flows track to the beat, goes back to the deep Essence of percussion. Go back to sleep Mind free from worry. Need to let out more steam Seems that I'm blurry in a holographic state Holographic raves follow ma**ive blades Got to stash the pain. A lot of rappers claim Teardrops splash and rain. Ayyo, hold up... The fax just rang I got to make a move soon. Money, pa** the gin Laugh within. Really, I don't have to grin Protect your skin. You Earl Grey? I'm peppermint If it's the end of the day, let's begin I'm granny, knitted you an amateur sweater Her pain guy telling you my manager's better It's 4th P on the damage vendetta Mad ‘cause you hot, but I'm brandishing leathers [Verse 5: C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid] [C-Rayz Walz] Spicy swirl girls twirl and scratch nuts While I'm in the White House with a black tux Force you to be mute when I step values ‘Cause most of y'all already dropped a wack album [4th Pyramid] Peruvian poon-poon knocking on my windowsill She's a nympho. Still, we going in for a k** Come on, n***a, we don't live a lil And make the river still, plus the Sun black And, at that point, ask, “Where your guns at?” At that point, ask, “Where your guns at?” What? [Outro: C-Rayz Walz and (4th Pyramid)] Where your guns at? Where your guns at? You got no shells. (And that's it right there). Aight