C-Rayz Walz - The Destination lyrics

Angle Verse: The destination, minutes of a mental staycation, hateful nation Unravel your station with these travel agents Gavel rapping having faces in your place's basement Your castle's cracking; foundation's shaking to make a statement Life no longer vacant, I'm talking kicks and ba** and 808s Regularly Angle and C-Rayz lace Just a taste of culinary haste, savagely lambasted canaries Having leaven tequila wasted With a punchline zinger I can staple a singer, it's no fair Ain't nobody crying, ain't nobody worried, I can take you, but you don't want to go there Definitive Bedtime Stories vividly getting gory, cynic who's snoring I'll marionette you to cut your eyelids off for me It's a journey, but maybe with no finale Wisdom is learning to take in the lookout view of the valley And being humble enough, to know when you done stumbled the bluff Uncut, ‘til your version of the pearly gates shut Hook (C-Rayz Walz & Angle): I'm in the place where it starts, trace elements to the park past dark Got ga**ed up, and misplaced your art These is trife bars, uh uh, not nice bars Like “f** your mother”, “I wanna fight” bars All day, all day and at the end of the night It is what it is and it'll be alright If I'm willing to live with it, then it's worth dying for It comes back ‘cause I'm sending it off The Destination C-Rayz Walz Verse Hook Repeat Verse 3: Creators ask me what style I might could I'm saying make it good, whether it's for the ladies or straight hood I'll club one for the clubbin'. I'll love one for the muffins Pinata one for stuffins ‘cause I'm always into something Soul clapping, what I'm into, every time I put my pen to The sword and good lord you're out of body, well I meant to send you Violence I don't condone, but I'm at home on a microphone Where vocal tones will stab your brain with nose bone Witch with this wizard getting her funky emotions licked She'll wake up back in Kansas like some ruby slippers clicked With a calendar montage and a rewinding clock (Planet Rock on your block) I line drop ‘cause the history is all we got Hook 3 (C-Rayz Walz & Angle): Disposable, the unchosen few You, boooo, you a ways from the start I'm in the place where it starts, trace elements to the park past dark Got ga**ed up, and misplaced your art These is trife bars, uh uh, not nice bars Like “f** your mother”, “I wanna fight” bars All day, all day and at the end of the night It is what it is and it'll be alright The Destination