C-Rayz Walz - C-Rayz Walz, Gauge the Mental Murderah, Breez Evahflowin', and Loer Velocity Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, I'ma k** a/I'm a k**ah Priest just to get a View from Masada No worries, my religion is hakuna matata Walking the steps and the breath of Allah, the father I don't spit no more for wars—it's just raw lava Guaranteed to f** your head up like a blind barber To go nuts like George Washington Carver. Dropping bombs Like football games in Pearl Harbor Red, black, and green queens, Midnight Marauder In a good mood with bad karma, I'll bring justice Live and rise for your honor, [?] Go and put holes in battle armor, so you Ain't seeing me like pink and blue ganja My pen's the gauge, leaving ink shells on page Turning clubs to paper to rip the stage Put your spine on my knapsack, make a backpack With the apocalypse and that's the last track Ruggedly run laps like NASCAR tanks While wack rappers look stupid like Jar Jar Binks And couldn't splash flows if they dashed off planks “Thanks, baby. What'd you say say?” Double up ‘til my payday My old flow k**ed senseis in the dojo So don't point at me unless you're the [?] logo Murdering bloods**ers and drop dimes Using 9s to bust at cops and k** times Going wild in studio sessions, dumbing out For nosy toilet bowls who wonder when my sh**'s coming out [Verse 2: Gauge the Mental Murderah] Yo, give the mic here. Gauge is a rare breed with speed To follow my lead, you'll need the stamina of Apollo Creed In Rocky III. The monotony got me on E. Already Know how much you rushing. Truly, can you emcee? David be the name, speaks for itself and talks a lot Got no gun but still the one that's always calling the shot Spot you three, no point game. My joint's pain will rape Rejuvenate once I deflate and set the industry straight Who you fighting? Music is to enlighten. Never clash with this titan Open your eyes and put sight in—just on the strength of my writing Get the picture? Or should I blow it out the frame? Once insane, but the pain was like a stain if you breakdance in the rain Wouldn't leave while you bleed by your chief plaques Heed facts as annoying to the fake like mic feedbacks Don't need tracks—do it acapella or the hymns Word to my Timbs, this year, I'm gonna shine like magnums Be prepared. Come on [Interlude 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah. Be prepared. Word. Eddie Ill & D.L. Be prepared. Yo [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] I'm the head of a shovel, yet I think Like the Hubble Scope. Double-oh-so-dope I'm Jaws, biting the oars off your rowboat. Dodo Now all your shipments under quota with your bling like the photo You beat bum. I'll beat son like Roger Thomas mama. I'll bring the Stronghold drama Oh, I'ma knock—you're scrimped on. You pimped on The wrong ave. Your hoes have been instructed To report to reproductive duty. n***as make No sense like a busted cutie. Bust a doody I'ma do to this mic. True to this like you done seen it I'm scenic like the black penis, attract Venus Never act penis. Wrapped the ring like a Danish Share the space of breath with the greatest entertainers Mama nameless of who or what your game is. My shameless Slang'll bang aimless, randomly leave fools Brainless. You can't miss the Flow I'm out for everything ‘til I can't gets no more Next to yours, my sh**'s triple-extra-large You repping in my set, I'm getting charged [Verse 4: Loer Velocity] Loe, I'll bring it back like reoccurring realizations Have you facing the face that make your attempts reiterations In pantomime as you stand atop closed caption Distort action, just cancel. I'm contraband with mine I'm a fan of fine rhyme, opposition-impairing Your diction from this main mission I'll be ripping Inflicting [?] to your hearing Y'all bums can't be right—more like off-to-the-left veering I'm too domineering for you peeking weaks staring You can't help but succumb to my blitzkrieg engineering Only interfering in your risky, shifty dispatch L'll rock forever—with that, give back. So Where you think you going? All these creatures in your path Get your child participating too without the watercolor I'll be sure to smother fingerpainting styles with collage A mirage dissipating, statements autographed More than half, infinite ma** gets uplifted when I raise rafters Falsely accuse none for the effects after Kung fu responsibility for the shutdown of laughter Fold you in the heat of the action like unreliable clappers What?