C-Rayz Walz & Parallel Thought - Chorus IV lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Guess what I told ‘em? [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] I jump rope, dump with folks twice my size And black out ‘til I see the whites of they eyes The fear in the heart—it lives inside The spear is the dart that sparks crimson tide I'll f** you up! Touch you, demolish your pride “We live!” for all of those that died Not they hair—beyond fair share follicles Compared to rare molecules—from there, they here Oh Nameless One, I talk with a awkward tongue My old soul's [?]—often young Rich like the gift of orphans brung to morbid sons Tell me! Where is the coffin from? The ceremony of d**h is to [?] the Lord I will kick your heart out and bend your sword Now with the harmony of d**h, continue on Don't get juxed for your bishop, you stupid pawn I think differently in the grimy fall You are not a hero—your inscription wrong I am hip hop immortal like on and on Now follow [?] charges on an Egyptian horse Of course! As your lips get chapped Those speak on the low like Vick got your back ‘Cause the AK shell will send all y'all to the high [?] AK a hell! [Hook: Sample with Parallel Thought Scratches] “Rappers k**ing rappers!” [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] What a strange, long trip it's been But I'm still here with my penmanship Before you shoot, make sure the clip is in This is the truth—far from fiction flim I am proof—the way they depicted him Was uncouth—rebuke the wicked [gins?] It's a pity the flaws get clapped in the City of God I'm here now—envision me gone On stage, I break a leg like the misery brought I set it off as soon as I'm on. The unicorn-born child of the corn Heart torn in the physical form. My unpredictable storm When your [knowledge is tricked?], your psychology flips And I'm convinced to biologically spit it But this is Drum and Knowledge for the dumb in college And my tongue is polished to abolish the myths The abstract criminal cat rap subliminal, gat Clap ya hat and the minerals fall back Save baby Glocks for lady cops ‘Fore I let my psycho gun blast crazy shots! When I bump, you run eighty blocks You don't know if it's crazy or crazy rock It's a pity the flaws get clapped in the City of God I'm here now—envision me gone [Hook: Sample with Parallel Thought Scratches] “C Walz!” [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] This is hip hop—not dirty, fiending flip flop With the Fifth to ya lip, have you lick shots Get ya pops and call your Jamaican brother I'm a big dog, ock—I be breaking rubbers With the faith of my mother, I'm lava But I got the face of my father—I'm honor Bars bomber and Pearl Harbor with no armor “Bad karma and good ghanja”—my hood mantra This ain't [?] and [James?]—I don't need your support You startled on the train—I'll pay two dollars to talk So what you got a job in New York and eat pork? I don't work—I strive, put myself through life's first thoughts Now tell me what your life is worth You better tell the truth ‘cause the lying make life worse The Sun Cycle—catch me in a pair of Nike Burst With my [?] thing like Don King clutching a mic [?] I'm losing more better when you meet me in person It's like Rayz is deeper than verses Little Ravi took a sh** in the sheets, I fell asleep While he was still up watching Sesame Street And I'm in the hood, where the heat go “Blocka” Ravi's mom say, “Get a job and Meet the Fockers” Take it to the script—my words are stones that break crews But don't make up excuses ‘cause they won't make you Smash your melon, twist your grapefruit This is my demo—please listen to my tape, duke You a liar—I burn in the fire of Lake Truth Inconspicuous, spitting ‘til I'm old with a grey tooth I got patience but I can't maintain I learn how to do my tracks on the train Airplane brain—my landing's ill [?]—I move while standing still I'm a soldier—battles well-fought At an intersection, I use Parallel Thought