C-Rayz Walz - Next Up lyrics

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz] Fat Beats. DJ Next. And next up is the mighty Stronghold. Stronghold, NYC. DJ Next styles [Bridge: C-Rayz Walz] Be the next one to say it. Be the next one to play it Don't be the next to emulate it Be the next to be creative The mic made us Like this [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Stronghold mirror-reflect each other It's elementary—we've been doing this since sixth grade, brother Ask your mother. Your pops used to bite my rhymes We keep it going and beat you to d**h with stop signs Pop 9s. Act, you get ate/8 There's no peace—we wanted in ten states on tracks and freeways Get it together. I spit eight, k** sixteen I'm still dirty—just now, my money's clean My big face has just came out the washing machine Bend coins—my nickel got a crease in the seams Stupid, you must have sat in the back of the cla** Y'all can catch Walz in the hall with a platinum pad I would write for y'all, but y'all don't think that fast I'm bicoastal, smoke fools and triumph the vocals Look ma, no hands! I still choke you (Repeat) Slash like the wrath of samurai Keep it moving when I stand still like Jamiroquai I'll be damn if I ain't gon' shine this year Players faking in them diamond studs that they wear I know I'm nice. “Refined / On the Mic,” we often Blast off and put one in your head like a dolphin [Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Breez Evahflowin'] DJ, next up. Yo, I believe that me Are you a real live Stronghold MC? I must be. Secret handshake to the top 1, 2, 3, 4, 5—we don't stop [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] My style's aggressive like breasts in a jumping jack I'm Mr. What? Keep bumping that I'm pumping back my rap gauge. Rampage, collapse stage The ash blaze. Use your champagne as an ashtray My a** lay back, lay dick like lay track Payback's a b**h on some trifling trade-back sh** stink. Think, then speak in that order I'm peeping out all of them heating over seats for them orders Are these the reporters Chuck spoke about? You need a broken mouth The often outcome: you outdone—run! And I don't mean no reverend—I'm talking ‘bout severing Domes from any known four element clone The cable elephant, memory man heavenly plan Stack rants ‘til I'm seventy and “Welcome to Breezland” Damn right I want a theme park where you can steam, spark the doja And ride the Strongholder Coaster Hold the poster in the highest regard Live as a squad as sure as 5 is the god 4 is the goal, 3 is out of control 2 is Morse Code, 1 definition of soul Verbal do a repetition of sets Represent my reps so every verse be anatomically correct Atomically connect like molecular compound Stronghold stomp down your squad, shut comp down [Hook: Breez Evahflowin' and Stelf Index] DJ, next up. Yo, I believe that me Are you a real live Stronghold MC? I must be. Secret handshake to the top 1, 2, 3, 4, 5—we don't stop [Verse 3: Stelf Index] Index notorious, glorious Knowledge is infinite—I live in a Stronghold fortress Abort stress I don't need like organs in a orgy With hospital orderlies and no AC Greens specifically. I exist in time pacific Write prolific, force holocaust I hear cries, burn the fingertips, squeeze your throat to dry your a** Letting you go will be big of me/bigamy like two wives, stupid a** Somebody ga**ed your head like flatulence. I influence Hot as sun, I see the done in you and the dumb in you Kap-er flow, float on top. You popped over the head With Poland Spring bottle filled with rocks—you can't rock Rock on your rib, slash ‘em. They're not on your head Replace the ones in your pocket. You microscopic We calling the shots like bullets through fiber optic End topic: “He's aight.” Each you better stop it [Outro: C-Rayz Walz] SH5. “Pages.” Mixtape. (Stronghold). “Pages.” Cariño Reyes. “Pages.” The Sun Cycle MC. “Pages.”